Stop. Moving. Idiot. You're going to make your wounds worse.
[ Why are men so stupid? He needs to stay still, but instead he's swiveling to keep her in his line of sight. As though she were dangerous. ]
If I wanted to hurt you, I would have pushed you off the platform.
[ A cold, logical reminder that if Clea were hostile, she wouldn't have needed to hide it. As for said wounds...the word that comes to Clea's mind is how? Inside of a Canvas, this would not have been surprising - he looks like he's been stabbed straight through and healed, but injuries in the real world can't be healed like that. Then again, most of this place is unfamiliar. Clea's never seen lights like these, or platforms.
Maybe here, such things were possible. ]
I can assess your wounds, but I will not be able to fix them.
[ The only severe wounds Clea has attended to outside of a Canvas were Alicia's burns. She is not foolish enough to think that makes her any manner of physician or to risk the man's wellbeing trying anyway. There is confidence and there is foolishness. ]
I intend to help you off these platforms, get somewhere safe, and then find you appropriate medical help. Understanding your condition will help me convey to the physician what is wrong and ensure he brings the supplies necessary to assist.
[ She won't be able to move him herself, but it's unwise for him to remain so high in the air. If he does lose consciousness or fall, he could severely hurt himself and tear his wounds open again. Judging from their locations, this would lead to death by blood loss fairly quickly.
As for whether she's an interested party... Clea fixes him with an unamused look. ]
So you think I should leave you? Is that what you would do, monsieur, if you were in my shoes and I were standing there threatening to bleed all over a healthy competition? Leave me to my business?
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[ Why are men so stupid? He needs to stay still, but instead he's swiveling to keep her in his line of sight. As though she were dangerous. ]
If I wanted to hurt you, I would have pushed you off the platform.
[ A cold, logical reminder that if Clea were hostile, she wouldn't have needed to hide it. As for said wounds...the word that comes to Clea's mind is how? Inside of a Canvas, this would not have been surprising - he looks like he's been stabbed straight through and healed, but injuries in the real world can't be healed like that. Then again, most of this place is unfamiliar. Clea's never seen lights like these, or platforms.
Maybe here, such things were possible. ]
I can assess your wounds, but I will not be able to fix them.
[ The only severe wounds Clea has attended to outside of a Canvas were Alicia's burns. She is not foolish enough to think that makes her any manner of physician or to risk the man's wellbeing trying anyway. There is confidence and there is foolishness. ]
I intend to help you off these platforms, get somewhere safe, and then find you appropriate medical help. Understanding your condition will help me convey to the physician what is wrong and ensure he brings the supplies necessary to assist.
[ She won't be able to move him herself, but it's unwise for him to remain so high in the air. If he does lose consciousness or fall, he could severely hurt himself and tear his wounds open again. Judging from their locations, this would lead to death by blood loss fairly quickly.
As for whether she's an interested party... Clea fixes him with an unamused look. ]
So you think I should leave you? Is that what you would do, monsieur, if you were in my shoes and I were standing there threatening to bleed all over a healthy competition? Leave me to my business?