that is alarming. his eyes widen briefly—but he catches himself, and squeezes them shut, exhaling a burst of frustration at himself. she doesn't want anyone to know, but he's firing off blips of mental reactions that certain people within the next room are certain to pick up on if it keeps up. he's not having that conversation yet—and whatever her reasons for desperately, horrifically not wanting anyone else to see were her own. they just had to get out of here.
one-handedly, he whips a kitchen towel off the counter, and presses it to rudbeckia's face. something for the blood, at least.]
Hold on to that.
[and then, without further ado, he tucks his arm back under her and
picks her up, princess-style
and starts walking towards, and then down, the stairs to the basement.]
no subject
that is alarming. his eyes widen briefly—but he catches himself, and squeezes them shut, exhaling a burst of frustration at himself. she doesn't want anyone to know, but he's firing off blips of mental reactions that certain people within the next room are certain to pick up on if it keeps up. he's not having that conversation yet—and whatever her reasons for desperately, horrifically not wanting anyone else to see were her own. they just had to get out of here.
one-handedly, he whips a kitchen towel off the counter, and presses it to rudbeckia's face. something for the blood, at least.]
Hold on to that.
[and then, without further ado, he tucks his arm back under her and
picks her up, princess-style
and starts walking towards, and then down, the stairs to the basement.]
No one will bother you down here.