[Changeling. . . Why you so. . .tense?]
The heaviness in his stomach only grew, and the unease was nearly unbearable. He didn't think he'd done anything wrong, but he wasn't sure if she'd approve. She had told him 'they would know' either way, however, so there shouldn't be a problem. Even though he knew this, he was utterly unable to rid himself of that feeling.
Renfield's musings about necromancy being a 'gift' and 'helpful' and how they were lucky to have him caused some anger to build, churning in his stomach with that depressing feeling and some guilt. Being told the opposite of what he'd heard every day since then. It didn't feel right. It felt as if Renfield was lying, and Daichi didnt have the will to convince himself that the man wasn't.
Changeling addedto his discomfort. Staring surprisedly at Renfield and never once glancing at him. Daichi couldn't quite figure out why she was doing it, and it sparked his curiosity. Renfield soon called him out on his reluctance, and Daichi's cheeks became a faint red, though he pushed back his blush as best as he could. "I haven't really heard anything about you, but I was n-never the most l-loved, back. . . ." He hesitated, the word felt wrong coming off his tongue, to fit in that sentence. "H-home. . ."
Yuki scampered off for the bandages and rag, glancing around the general area since Mag's directions weren't all too reliable. His gaze fixed on a pile of items somewhere in the corner and he crawled on his hands and knees to get them, before standing and turning to walk back to Mag. Her fingers were busy undoing previous bandages, revealing her thethin build hidde beneath her blouse.
He glanced away instinctively, possibly out of pride, though he was soon drawn back to the sight. He snapped out of his daze seconds later, chewing his lip as he ambled back over to the woman and sat comfortably beside her. "Let me finish that." He muttered, taking the bandages in his hands and quickly unwinding the rest. "You've already cleaned it properly, so it's pretty fine." Yuki hastily took the rag, slowly cleaning the excess blood from the surrounding areas. He lightly dabbed the blood from the wound itself, then took the bandages in hand, beginning to rewrap her stomach.