he will stay in there quietly for a while, at least enough that things have like. sealed over and he's not in danger of bleeding out - sitting up and pushing the pod door open, taking a look down at himself to see how bad it is. there's still some punctures, and the lightning strike has settled into scarring more than anything, so the worst thing is still the Missing Eye problem. ]
[ dont say it like that. he'll take the hand (affection week) and haul himself up, sitting at the edge of the pod and looking over himself. With his one eye - that part has been pretty well healed over, but it's going to need a replacement or a patch. the other large injury is the lightning strike mark that runs up a leg and across his torso, all the way up to his neck. ]
On me? Oh, um. I have treats for all the pets on board, and I brought some cookies for while I was waiting. I was going to offer to take you somewhere, if you're up to walking. If not I can grab you something? The concourse is just a hop and a skip away!
[She will help him to his feet and unfortunately keep his arm for the duration of the trip. We're either walking with her under your shoulder for support or linked up like it's a courtly promenade. Your pick.]
[ he will accept either - though is less likely to object to the Courtly Promenade. He can actually walk alright, his legs aren't that injured, he's just mostly tired and can't see very well. ]
[Court style it is. She will walk him to the Galley, which at least still has decent food. Trying to down a junior chicken burger in the concourse might not be what a healing stomach needs.]
What? [She looks to him, alarmed.] As visions, or as themselves?
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he will stay in there quietly for a while, at least enough that things have like. sealed over and he's not in danger of bleeding out - sitting up and pushing the pod door open, taking a look down at himself to see how bad it is. there's still some punctures, and the lightning strike has settled into scarring more than anything, so the worst thing is still the Missing Eye problem. ]
Better worse.
[ well. dead? sure. ]
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All right.
[She gets up and proceeds to close the lid back on him.]
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I need a break.
[ stubborn ... ]
I'll get back in after.
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If I catch you running around later with all the same holes in you, I'll be very upset Lucien.
[But fine. She relents and instead takes his hand, in case he needs help getting out of the pod.]
Do you have any sort of appetite?
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[ dont say it like that. he'll take the hand (affection week) and haul himself up, sitting at the edge of the pod and looking over himself. With his one eye - that part has been pretty well healed over, but it's going to need a replacement or a patch. the other large injury is the lightning strike mark that runs up a leg and across his torso, all the way up to his neck. ]
... What do you have?
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With...flesh, I hope.
[There's no saving this.]
On me? Oh, um. I have treats for all the pets on board, and I brought some cookies for while I was waiting. I was going to offer to take you somewhere, if you're up to walking. If not I can grab you something? The concourse is just a hop and a skip away!
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I can walk.
[ stubborn ......... ]
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If you say so.
[She will help him to his feet and unfortunately keep his arm for the duration of the trip. We're either walking with her under your shoulder for support or linked up like it's a courtly promenade. Your pick.]
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It was-- Some of the dead were there.
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What? [She looks to him, alarmed.] As visions, or as themselves?
...Who?