[ Nathan doesn’t reply. Probably something to the sincerity in her voice that he’s trying not to look at too closely. He’s finished, but his good hand stays there over her hand, firmly providing pressure even when it hurts. ]
Wasn’t even you. [ Voice dipping. Matching her tone a bit, even if his frown reappears. Nathan’s knowledge of first aid is rusty at best — what’s a goddamn bandage when you can knit flesh back together? — so this is going to have to do, for the both of them, until they can limp back to a relief station somewhere. Red Wings, even. ]
We’re square.
[ He retracts his hand. Gingerly stands up, blood pounding loud between his ears, now that the pain really sets in. ]
no subject
Wasn’t even you. [ Voice dipping. Matching her tone a bit, even if his frown reappears. Nathan’s knowledge of first aid is rusty at best — what’s a goddamn bandage when you can knit flesh back together? — so this is going to have to do, for the both of them, until they can limp back to a relief station somewhere. Red Wings, even. ]
We’re square.
[ He retracts his hand. Gingerly stands up, blood pounding loud between his ears, now that the pain really sets in. ]