... [ A grim, somewhat uneasy silence is her answer. Acknowledgement with how he seems to have pushed himself to focus beyond the pain, but.. maybe not acquiescence with how thin his lips are pressed and expression drawn in. Worried more than pained. This is bad... he needs to be able to fight and she clearly means to instead of him, but he can't just... he won't. And he leverages himself to unsteadily rise to his feet; he may be badly hurt but his legs are fine, he can at least stand.
There's a whispering whine like metal on metal, not from the brush or chitin of the vileling—but close at hand and from how the claws of his left hand grind together when he tries to make a fist with it.
But then there's a low, guttural sound from the reeds to the side of them. Almost as if in warning.
—and he can't quite pinpoint the direction it's coming from and that's the part that's actually bloodcurdling. ]
Lux.. [ He raises a hand lightly, almost like he means to reach for where he thinks hers is but reminds himself not to (the blood), and instead just holds it out in light warning.
(It's fine.)
And almost like he would mean to try and shield her still. ]
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... [ A grim, somewhat uneasy silence is her answer. Acknowledgement with how he seems to have pushed himself to focus beyond the pain, but.. maybe not acquiescence with how thin his lips are pressed and expression drawn in. Worried more than pained. This is bad... he needs to be able to fight and she clearly means to instead of him, but he can't just... he won't. And he leverages himself to unsteadily rise to his feet; he may be badly hurt but his legs are fine, he can at least stand.
There's a whispering whine like metal on metal, not from the brush or chitin of the vileling—but close at hand and from how the claws of his left hand grind together when he tries to make a fist with it.
But then there's a low, guttural sound from the reeds to the side of them. Almost as if in warning.
—and he can't quite pinpoint the direction it's coming from and that's the part that's actually bloodcurdling. ]
Lux.. [ He raises a hand lightly, almost like he means to reach for where he thinks hers is but reminds himself not to (the blood), and instead just holds it out in light warning.
(It's fine.)
And almost like he would mean to try and shield her still. ]