[Damn. Damn, damn, damn. Lack of response means she's either too weak or too wounded to do so.
He refuses to accept the possibility of the alternative.
Sheer force of will is probably what gets him there, stumbling upon her in the dark; his foot hits the journal before he sees her, and he's on his knees at once. He brushes her hair back, cursing quietly under his breath, barely, just barely keeping his rage restrained. He could hyperresonate this entire goddamn clearing with barely a thought.
He presses two fingers against the side of her neck, gently, above where the blood is. ...Still beating.
Okay, so destroying the village is out. Good to know.]
Natalia, I'm here. Are you awake?
[Careful, careful. He needs to do something about that wound.]
[action]
He refuses to accept the possibility of the alternative.
Sheer force of will is probably what gets him there, stumbling upon her in the dark; his foot hits the journal before he sees her, and he's on his knees at once. He brushes her hair back, cursing quietly under his breath, barely, just barely keeping his rage restrained. He could hyperresonate this entire goddamn clearing with barely a thought.
He presses two fingers against the side of her neck, gently, above where the blood is. ...Still beating.
Okay, so destroying the village is out. Good to know.]
Natalia, I'm here. Are you awake?
[Careful, careful. He needs to do something about that wound.]