MORGAN
Deimos seemed to notice her and was turning, when he suddenly hit his head very hard against the wall; Morgan flinched in sympathetic pain, not expecting seeing the strong and collected man make such a mistake, and rushed forwards, ignoring whatever it was he said about ghosts: probably he had a concussion, and she didn't have the time to decipher it.
"You're bleeding. Let me take you to a safe place. I have bandages in my bag." Always carried them for her own scrapes and misfortunes, which were frequent in the mountains. Not quite bold enough to hold onto his arm she walked close next to him, hands hovering awkwardly over him as she prepared for the man to fall (he seemed..out of it. It wasn't impossible).
"Where do you live, General? Can I take you home?" Morgan asked, not having expected to play the role of caregiver but naturally falling into it when she had to.
"You're bleeding. Let me take you to a safe place. I have bandages in my bag." Always carried them for her own scrapes and misfortunes, which were frequent in the mountains. Not quite bold enough to hold onto his arm she walked close next to him, hands hovering awkwardly over him as she prepared for the man to fall (he seemed..out of it. It wasn't impossible).
"Where do you live, General? Can I take you home?" Morgan asked, not having expected to play the role of caregiver but naturally falling into it when she had to.
Oh, my love, don't forsake me
Take what the water gave me
Take what the water gave me
