[. . . there's no response. not immediately, as Akira eyes Rean up and down with a neutral expression, like he's sizing him up. like he realizes this encounter could be dangerous, considering the challenge he issued to the Jorogumo back during their first week here]
[. . .]
[his gaze flickers towards Rean's injury, the stub where the now-missing limb used to be. quietly, he pulls a vial of liquid from his pocket and holds it out to Rean to take]
no subject
[. . .]
[his gaze flickers towards Rean's injury, the stub where the now-missing limb used to be. quietly, he pulls a vial of liquid from his pocket and holds it out to Rean to take]
First. . . I want you to drink this.