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[gustofwinddance]

[Having been fortunate enough to avoid the hunter thus far, Albert is not wanting to press his luck when he finally does venture out--he's armed with his lance, he has his dragoon spirit around his neck, though more for the comfort the stone brings than any power he'd get from it in its semi-dormant state, and he's wearing his usual armor under his

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[corrinesbell]

Albert! ...Stay where you are, I'll get there in a few minutes.

[corrinesbell]

[Takes a long breath to steady herself before standing slowly] Okay. Your turn.

[gustofwinddance]

Rather macabre trades, aren't they...

[Nods quietly and tries to relax so removing the arrow won't do so much damage. And also sits, for he is a rather tall guy and it would help if Sheena could actually, y'know, reach the arrow.]

[corrinesbell]

[Yeah, she might really pass out if she had to reach for it.]

Okay. [She's saying that a lot today. She'd also prefer if he had his shirt off for this, but doesn't think either of them is capable of pulling that off.] ...Don't move. [Closes her good hand around the shaft of the arrow and pulls hard]

[gustofwinddance]

[And oh, doesn't that hurt. He doesn't yell, but it's close. 'course, now that the foreign object applying pressure is gone, he's bleeding heavier. Not nearly as bad as Sheena was, though.]

[corrinesbell]

Sorry. No other way to do it. [Picks up some of the gauze he got out and puts pressure on his shoulder with her good arm] Be happy he doesn't use barbed arrows.

[gustofwinddance]

Thank Soa for small blessings.

[corrinesbell]

...Yeah. Sure. [She won't move until he's stopped bleeding, because they will have to get his shirt off in order to clean and wrap it.]

[gustofwinddance]

[And won't that be pleasant? It won't take long for the bleeding to stop, though.]