[ peter scrambles up, getting on his knees, and nightingale reaches out and sets a hand on peter's upper arm, gripping there, urging him to his feet. (he doesn't much like seeing peter vulnerable and there is something about the position of him on his knees that he thinks they ought to avoid.) ]
Quite. [ he actually means that. there's some measure of shellshocked surprise, still, but relief is slowly spreading, radiating outward from his chest. ]
How are you feeling? [ not emotionally, of course, that's not the sort of question they often (or ever) ask one another. the crisp tone indicates it's a question about peter's physical state. ]
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Quite. [ he actually means that. there's some measure of shellshocked surprise, still, but relief is slowly spreading, radiating outward from his chest. ]
How are you feeling? [ not emotionally, of course, that's not the sort of question they often (or ever) ask one another. the crisp tone indicates it's a question about peter's physical state. ]