more damaged than good

Aurelia

You don't have to be a hero to save the world
You don't have to be a prodigy to be unique

Perhaps if it weren't for his fiery-red hair, Aurelia might not have even noticed his approach. Half-buried in the mess and her leg hurting, she's not really concerned about who or where but more about what she's going to do. Firstly, about the things that have spilled out; she'll need to pick those up. But secondly, and more importantly, what she's going to do about... "Milo?"

She's shell-shocked at first, not saying much as she watches him kneel down to unwrap the rope. Until his hand brushes over the wound on her leg, and she recoils instinctively, jaw setting as she grimaces. "Careful-!" she hisses through her teeth, even though she reaches out to finish untangling it herself. As the crowd thins around them, she relaxes and looks back up, a thin line of sweat beading on her forehead.

There's probably a million different thoughts and scenarios racing through her head, but the only place she can think to start is: "Mind helping me pick this stuff up?" She offers him an apologetic half-smile, tilting her head and peering at his face.. for a bit longer than she needs to.

Doesn't help that there's a very sour-faced old sailor glaring at them with his arms crossed. Probablyy that guy's stuff she knocked over.

It feels like nothing is easy, it'll never be
That's alright, let it out, talk to me

code credits go to Skylark!<3