[That makes things easier for Clarissa, at least. She sweeps Silver's fringe aside with one hand and scrutinises the bump on his forehead. She then heaves herself up from the floor and sits at Silver's side, perching on the very edge of the sofa and leaning over him; her expression is completely serious and concentrated as she continues on in First Aider mode. After years of treating her own injuries and that of her team of grunts this comes naturally, perhaps surprisingly so for someone usually so brash and violent.
This part in particular is easier if Silver remains still; Clarissa places her thumb below Silver's bottom eyelid and her index finger above the top one and opens Silver's eye wider, before doing the same with the other one, checking his pupils. Satisfied, she reaches for the icepack and presses it to the bruised and swollen area on Silver's forehead.]
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This part in particular is easier if Silver remains still; Clarissa places her thumb below Silver's bottom eyelid and her index finger above the top one and opens Silver's eye wider, before doing the same with the other one, checking his pupils. Satisfied, she reaches for the icepack and presses it to the bruised and swollen area on Silver's forehead.]
Are you dizzy? Do you feel sick at all?