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( Bruce breathes out slowly as the other looks up at him, and a part of is relieved that this is all the show of force he needs to make. He's seen how others have reacted at the hands of his soldiers, how they resist and find themselves at the end of strength they can never compete with. This one, at least, has enough self-preservation not to argue or fight.

Slowly, his hand slips away, but he keeps the other pinned under his gaze for a few, long seconds. )

I'll ask you again. Do you need a healer? ( He reaches out, curving his hand around one of the thin arms to lead Miyano forward. His free hand reaches out, pushing aside the heavy flap of his tent to usher the other inside. )