[Yeager happens to spot her as she sits and immediately wrinkles his brow in concern--is she barefoot? In this weather? He heads over, step quickening as he notices her wounds, and crouches down beside her.]
Are you all right, Miss? [It's a bit of a obvious question, but he figures it best to voice his concern before anything else. He'd rather not have her suspecting he was about to harm her further. Victims can be skittish sometimes, after all.]
[Well, maybe in that space of time it isn't a lot. But all the same, considering what two of those instances were like...] What sort of state were you in when they sent you back from your other two kidnappings?
Goodness. [He feels a stab of pity for her and unconsciously tightens his grip about her shoulders. Not cool, Malnosso. Especially not if you're going to end up doing similar things to him.] At least it isn't so bad this time. ...How long did it take to recover from being blind?
[Well that's just lovely.] You have my sympathies. It sounds like you've certainly had more than your fair share of troubles.
[And this walk has got to be pretty agonizing for her, too. He considers carrying her, but he's not sure whether that would worsen some of her wounds or not. At least they're coming up to the clinic now.]
[That catches a smile out of him. It's always good to be able maintain a sense of humor about this kind of thing, seeing as neither of them can do much else about it.
He steps back from her as they reach the door, holding it open for her. There isn't anyone immediately inside, but someone had the sense to put up some signs, so he manages to guide her down to where the rooms are. Once she's safely seated on the bed, he goes over to the sink and washes the blood and dirt off of his hands. His jacket probably has a good amount of blood on it from her wearing it, too, but that doesn't matter right now.]
Are you all right, Miss? [It's a bit of a obvious question, but he figures it best to voice his concern before anything else. He'd rather not have her suspecting he was about to harm her further. Victims can be skittish sometimes, after all.]
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[She shivers from the thought of it.]
They dumped me in the forest in the dead of winter to freeze.
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[Wait until the drafts Yeager.]
A couple of weeks.
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[And this walk has got to be pretty agonizing for her, too. He considers carrying her, but he's not sure whether that would worsen some of her wounds or not. At least they're coming up to the clinic now.]
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Trouble's my middle name.
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He steps back from her as they reach the door, holding it open for her. There isn't anyone immediately inside, but someone had the sense to put up some signs, so he manages to guide her down to where the rooms are. Once she's safely seated on the bed, he goes over to the sink and washes the blood and dirt off of his hands. His jacket probably has a good amount of blood on it from her wearing it, too, but that doesn't matter right now.]
I should probably get some bandages for you...
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