[The reminder that she's a corbie only makes him more flustered.]
Y-yeah. You can count on me. I got this.
[He does not, in fact, feel like he's got this. Nervously, he tries to wipe his injured hand on his shirt, but only succeeds at rubbing more sand into the cuts. He sucks his breath in with a hiss.]
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Y-yeah. You can count on me. I got this.
[He does not, in fact, feel like he's got this. Nervously, he tries to wipe his injured hand on his shirt, but only succeeds at rubbing more sand into the cuts. He sucks his breath in with a hiss.]
Son of a--!