[ the lack of precision is what's bothering her, as well; if the restless had been targeted there would've been a lot more bloodshed, but there's already more than enough as it is.
she's not without empathy; she does have some gauze on hand she's gotten from rosa, as well as a few bandages and towels, and she uses one of them to mop a little bit of the blood from his face in what's hopefully something of a comforting gesture. her eyes flick up to the laurels when he presses his hand to his head, and along with the feet-on-fire thing she's starting to realize he's not quite what he might seem, at first glance.
this guy looks like he's just a kid, though, not potentially any sort of ancient being like the details might suggest. she sits back on her heels, contemplating. ]
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she's not without empathy; she does have some gauze on hand she's gotten from rosa, as well as a few bandages and towels, and she uses one of them to mop a little bit of the blood from his face in what's hopefully something of a comforting gesture. her eyes flick up to the laurels when he presses his hand to his head, and along with the feet-on-fire thing she's starting to realize he's not quite what he might seem, at first glance.
this guy looks like he's just a kid, though, not potentially any sort of ancient being like the details might suggest. she sits back on her heels, contemplating. ]
...What's your name, by the way?