[All internal looking. He does stay still, though if he tries to touch it, the dinosaur will snap and back away, like a dog might do when you're trying to see an injury on it.]
[FORTUNATELY HE DOES NOT if only because he ain't a medic and he sure as hell isn't a veterinarian for lizards and he doesn't want to accidentally fuck a dinosaur up.]
Mm, you'll need to get that patched up. That doesn't look good.
[i aki am sure caleb's last surviving critrole or someone with a heal coupon has done this already but if they haven't he'll definitely be throwing his vouchers into it.]
[Beau has absolutely already paid for his healing, yes. Anyway, the dino is going back in the woods so Caleb can meet back up with him later as a person.]
[The immediate relief on his face when he sees that 1) Caleb is no longer a dinosaur and 2) he doesn't seem to have a concave cavity in his chest... God bless. He'll make his way over carefully, hands folded together in a sort of anxious way.]
Caleb-san. [A little nod in greeting.] ...Your injuries were taken care of, yes?
It wasn't as though we were forced, exactly. I just wanted to fight him. Hard to distinguish, maybe, from how I actually did want to fight him, especially when I thought for a moment it might be him. That ugly person inside who cut his skull open with garden shears.
But I wanted to punch him, and throw things at him, and fight that way. Even though that is not what I do, I do not throw punches, I use magic.
Uhm. . . not so difficult. In the immediate moment, easy to react with it, but also quite possible to resist. I suspect it would be different if I hadn't been trying to kill him.
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Ah... If you can understand, please stay still.
[He'll try to get a closer look, just to see if it's all internal-looking or also external-looking.]
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Mm, you'll need to get that patched up. That doesn't look good.
[i aki am sure caleb's last surviving critrole or someone with a heal coupon has done this already but if they haven't he'll definitely be throwing his vouchers into it.]
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He'll be poking around for him later after some time passes though, just to make sure he didn't fuckin keel over in the snow out there.]
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. . . Hello.
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Caleb-san. [A little nod in greeting.] ...Your injuries were taken care of, yes?
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Broken ribs. All healed, now, just still sore.
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[HIS HEALS. Some of his anxiety seems to fade a bit at that. After a brief beat of silence:] ...That looked like a difficult battle.
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[He's a little frustrated, scowling.]
Could not cast my spell without the compulsion to play their game, instead.
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They wish to maximize their horrid entertainment in whatever ways they can manage, as expected. [...] May I ask what the compulsion is like, exactly?
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[He considers the question for a moment.]
It wasn't as though we were forced, exactly. I just wanted to fight him. Hard to distinguish, maybe, from how I actually did want to fight him, especially when I thought for a moment it might be him. That ugly person inside who cut his skull open with garden shears.
But I wanted to punch him, and throw things at him, and fight that way. Even though that is not what I do, I do not throw punches, I use magic.
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...Mm. Did you want to draw it out in any way? Or was that simply a side effect of the specific desire you had at the time, to fight with your fists?
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To interact with the "set" they've built for you, so to say... How difficult would you say it was to resist that compulsion?
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I would assume the same, unfortunately. ...In any case, thank you for sharing this much with me.
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