[ And she does pull it aside, albeit slowly. Because even before she gets a glimpse of his injury, the smell of something raw and stomach-turning gives her a vague clue of what he is hiding behind his hand. It's why she swallows hard, steeling herself before moving his hand.
It's worse than she expected, the sight making her feel lightheaded for a moment. She isn't a healer, she can't do anything here and they're at least a few hours away from the nearest outpost. Her heart roaring in her ears, for a few seconds, her composure slips.
He might feel it for an instant, an almost chaotic prickle of something where her hand wraps around his wrist, warmer than just skin against skin. But just as quick as it comes on, it retreats again.
(A shadow fades before the light...)
It's tense, but after a moment she finally speaks, letting go of his wrist and placing that hand on his shoulder. Her tone apologetic, she speaks quietly in an attempt to be reassuring. There is something that she can do, but... ]
I'm sorry, this is going to hurt.
[ Then, without any other warning, she brings the damp rag to his face, wincing deeply before applying a small amount of pressure. Trying to wipe away what she can of the vileling's blood from his face. She needs to work quickly, she can already feel the fabric in her hand begin to thin and fray. ]
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It's worse than she expected, the sight making her feel lightheaded for a moment. She isn't a healer, she can't do anything here and they're at least a few hours away from the nearest outpost. Her heart roaring in her ears, for a few seconds, her composure slips.
He might feel it for an instant, an almost chaotic prickle of something where her hand wraps around his wrist, warmer than just skin against skin. But just as quick as it comes on, it retreats again.
(A shadow fades before the light...)
It's tense, but after a moment she finally speaks, letting go of his wrist and placing that hand on his shoulder. Her tone apologetic, she speaks quietly in an attempt to be reassuring. There is something that she can do, but... ]
I'm sorry, this is going to hurt.
[ Then, without any other warning, she brings the damp rag to his face, wincing deeply before applying a small amount of pressure. Trying to wipe away what she can of the vileling's blood from his face. She needs to work quickly, she can already feel the fabric in her hand begin to thin and fray. ]