Talia surged forward and seized both their hands without asking, hauling them inside the forge before either could protest.
"Come, come, come—you can't just stand at the threshold like unworked ore! Inside, inside!"
She positioned them before the anvil, then rushed back to her spot, eyes darting between them with fierce focus.
She whirled on Kaito first.
"You look like you walked straight out of the forge without proper tempering! What are those bruises?! Your body has stress fractures everywhere—did you take impact damage? Wait, wait—"
She scrambled through her pockets, yanking out various materials—wire, small metal pieces, cloth scraps.
"I should have healing supplies, I made a list, where's my—no, that's binding wire—not that either—"
Her face fell for just a moment, genuinely apologetic.
