She's trying, really trying to do just that, but it's not easy. Breathing hurts. Not breathing hurts. Movement, stillness, every possibility hurts and the idea of him leaving her side even by necessity hurts.
But she has to let him go, even just a few feet away. She points to her pack, wherever it lay, wincing and tightening her grasp on his forearm before relinquishing it entirely.
"P-poultice," she explains, and grits her teeth against the jolt that ripples up through her ribs. One of them is likely broken, thanks to that damn Venatori.
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But she has to let him go, even just a few feet away. She points to her pack, wherever it lay, wincing and tightening her grasp on his forearm before relinquishing it entirely.
"P-poultice," she explains, and grits her teeth against the jolt that ripples up through her ribs. One of them is likely broken, thanks to that damn Venatori.