[Despite his weakened, lazy grip, Crow's at least coherent enough to give his cat some reassuring pats, softly trying to comfort the big fluff.]
It's okay, buddy...I'm okay.
[He smiles, the voices now only on the edges of his brain instead of slamming into the center of it at full force.]
My headband?
[He'll just reach up to pull that thing off, snow white hair flopping against his sweaty forehead and handing over that cloth. It did feel nice against the cool air..]
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It's okay, buddy...I'm okay.
[He smiles, the voices now only on the edges of his brain instead of slamming into the center of it at full force.]
My headband?
[He'll just reach up to pull that thing off, snow white hair flopping against his sweaty forehead and handing over that cloth. It did feel nice against the cool air..]