I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
"Should be pretty clear now there's no blood left in it," Danta scolds, though there's no real anger in his voice, and he closes his eyes for a moment as Asta leans in. Squeezing his hands as if trying to impart some extra warmth into them, they can't really afford to stand around while the other man bleeds out, so the Maverick soon ducks back beneath the other man's arm to ferry him onto the path.
"It's a long way back to town," he mutters as if only just realising it, and whilst he pointedly looks not worried as he glances at the butcher, it's a difficult thing to keep out of his tone. "And it's not like we can cauterise those cuts. Might need to hail down a cart, or see if anyone has some emergency fountain water..."
Neither planning nor caregiving are things Danta is used to, so he's woefully out of his depth, but no one can deny he's doing his best.
"It's a long way back to town," he mutters as if only just realising it, and whilst he pointedly looks not worried as he glances at the butcher, it's a difficult thing to keep out of his tone. "And it's not like we can cauterise those cuts. Might need to hail down a cart, or see if anyone has some emergency fountain water..."
Neither planning nor caregiving are things Danta is used to, so he's woefully out of his depth, but no one can deny he's doing his best.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
