...Idiot. [He can't help it. She's acting like a fool, worrying so much about keeping a smile on her face. One thing he's grateful for, though, is that it at least is keeping her awake. Passing out would be merciful, but at the same time he's concerned about the potential consequences. There's no way to know how hurt she is until they get a doctor or a real healer to look at her.
Once the wound is healed enough to seem like he could move her, he releases the arte, retrieving the journal and setting it on her lap - perhaps the voices will help to keep her awake - before sliding his arms underneath her, very carefully supporting her head to prevent the wound from reopening. He rises to his feet, bringing her up with him, and cradles her as close as he dares without aggravating her wounds, letting the cloak and his own body do the work of keeping her warm. The last thing she needs is to get sick on top of everything else.]
This won't take long.
[It's quiet, barely a murmur, half to himself. They're on their way, they're moving; he's going to get her some help. If he was a better healer, if his fonons weren't already so decimated by his lack of time, maybe he could-
...but those kinds of regrets are worthless, aren't they? Ultimately, they do nothing for him. He can curse how pathetic he is all he wants but it won't get her home any faster.]
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Once the wound is healed enough to seem like he could move her, he releases the arte, retrieving the journal and setting it on her lap - perhaps the voices will help to keep her awake - before sliding his arms underneath her, very carefully supporting her head to prevent the wound from reopening. He rises to his feet, bringing her up with him, and cradles her as close as he dares without aggravating her wounds, letting the cloak and his own body do the work of keeping her warm. The last thing she needs is to get sick on top of everything else.]
This won't take long.
[It's quiet, barely a murmur, half to himself. They're on their way, they're moving; he's going to get her some help. If he was a better healer, if his fonons weren't already so decimated by his lack of time, maybe he could-
...but those kinds of regrets are worthless, aren't they? Ultimately, they do nothing for him. He can curse how pathetic he is all he wants but it won't get her home any faster.]