[Diluc could say he's put himself through more with worse injuries but that isn't a conversation for here and now. He could go home and tend to this himself, but he has to acknowledge that the position of the cut is awkward and he only huffs out a soft sound of irritation as he nods and steps through the door.
When Zhongli returns Diluc has taken off his jacket and is still standing, mostly to ensure that the blood soaked into the back of his shirt doesn't get on anything. The wound doesn't seem to be bothering him overly. Now that the feeling is coming fully back into his shoulders and arms he's far more aware of the strain he had put his muscles under by carrying Childe like that for so long.
Maybe he'd treat himself to a session in the baths. That could be nice.
He looks up from absent-mindedly adjusting his gloves as the flicker of gold catches his attention and looks over the symbols in much the same way he had mildly appraised the colour of Zhongli's hands.]
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When Zhongli returns Diluc has taken off his jacket and is still standing, mostly to ensure that the blood soaked into the back of his shirt doesn't get on anything. The wound doesn't seem to be bothering him overly. Now that the feeling is coming fully back into his shoulders and arms he's far more aware of the strain he had put his muscles under by carrying Childe like that for so long.
Maybe he'd treat himself to a session in the baths. That could be nice.
He looks up from absent-mindedly adjusting his gloves as the flicker of gold catches his attention and looks over the symbols in much the same way he had mildly appraised the colour of Zhongli's hands.]
He isn't dying, then.