JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
The clean water feels irrelevant given the downpour, but Jack isn't going to complain if Lyra wants to waste some from her canteen. He'd have also pointed out that he could create water if she wanted some that badly, only he doubts he's in any state to actually do so right now, and also now she's dabbing at the cut on his face and he's wincing and gritting his teeth about it. Not much use for conversation, unfortunately.
"Bully for you," he mutters at her sewing ability, his attention understandably being on the cut she's poking and prodding and examining. Still, as she produces the bandages he settles a bit - that's enough for now, Jack thinks, and he's had quite enough of an experience thinking about not being on his ship to go and find it again, thank you very much.
"Sure, I'll get patched up," he mutters - that means, in fact, that he'll have his first mate Murphy squint at it and call it good. "You often heal strangers out in the middle of nowhere?"
"Bully for you," he mutters at her sewing ability, his attention understandably being on the cut she's poking and prodding and examining. Still, as she produces the bandages he settles a bit - that's enough for now, Jack thinks, and he's had quite enough of an experience thinking about not being on his ship to go and find it again, thank you very much.
"Sure, I'll get patched up," he mutters - that means, in fact, that he'll have his first mate Murphy squint at it and call it good. "You often heal strangers out in the middle of nowhere?"
are the angels on their way
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
