[ door ripped open, the two girls scurry out, clearly terrified and clutching to each other as they stumble over the debris in illya's wake. daisy greets them both, her hands smoothing over their heads and shoulders before gesturing for them to go down the stairs. a few of their own members are running check-ups on a floor below, looking rescued kids and the odd left-behind adult over for any obvious injuries before they begin the trek to the nearest safehouse.
when they've gone, her attention goes to illya himself — or more specifically, to the hands held suspiciously behind his back. her own reach out, curving around his elbows and tugging his arms forward before he has a chance to react, and once her eyes take in the splotches of red, there's absolutely no chance he's getting them back. ]
Illya. [ reproachful, concerned; her voice is soft where his had been stern. luckily, the injuries are minor enough that a swift bandaging should do the job... though she doesn't exactly have any bandages on her. though. she does have a shirt. ] Hold still.
[ because she's going to have to remove her hands from his long enough to tear a long strip of fabric off the bottom of her shirt, said piece being torn in half in order to create two pieces. one for each hand.
she's careful to be delicate, but the bandages must be tight or they'll fall right off. ]
no subject
when they've gone, her attention goes to illya himself — or more specifically, to the hands held suspiciously behind his back. her own reach out, curving around his elbows and tugging his arms forward before he has a chance to react, and once her eyes take in the splotches of red, there's absolutely no chance he's getting them back. ]
Illya. [ reproachful, concerned; her voice is soft where his had been stern. luckily, the injuries are minor enough that a swift bandaging should do the job... though she doesn't exactly have any bandages on her. though. she does have a shirt. ] Hold still.
[ because she's going to have to remove her hands from his long enough to tear a long strip of fabric off the bottom of her shirt, said piece being torn in half in order to create two pieces. one for each hand.
she's careful to be delicate, but the bandages must be tight or they'll fall right off. ]
You didn't have to do that, you know.