LOCKE
Her voice is like a balm on his nerves and it takes every ounce of him not to kiss her again. He has to be gentle with her, in case she's hurt. He'd hate to move her some way and make it worse or something. His eyes trail over her, trying to find where the source of the blood might be. She's pale but not like bloodloss pale and he sighs softly with it. Some wounds just bleed worse than they are. He's exhausted, she's half asleep, they're both a mess, but at least they're alive. He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat as he sits down next to her, fingers trailing bloody streaks across her cheeks. He's trying to get her hair out of her face but he's not doing a very good job of it. "Of course I'm scared. Mae, you're covered in blood. Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He's no doctor but he knows basic first aid, plus a little maybe.
"I'm okay. Someone set the Wren Society on fire when the Slagveld caught.. The workers are safe, we got them out.." He practically mumbles it. He's not all that worried about himself, honestly. "Someone said they saw you at the Slagveld." It's barely a whisper as he looks down, his hands trailing down her neck to find her hands. The pain is dulled, numbed by the tired that's set into his bones.
"I'm okay. Someone set the Wren Society on fire when the Slagveld caught.. The workers are safe, we got them out.." He practically mumbles it. He's not all that worried about himself, honestly. "Someone said they saw you at the Slagveld." It's barely a whisper as he looks down, his hands trailing down her neck to find her hands. The pain is dulled, numbed by the tired that's set into his bones.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
