Han pushes the goggles off his face and ignores them when they fall on the floor, but makes no move to sit up. The snow is melting off of him and leaving a puddle on the floor, which the rats squeak at him about, but again, Han? So not caring.
"Yes, but you need warmth and food. Where were you, child?"
She gets him sitting up, godlike strength can be useful that way and if the air smells more of fields, that happens.
Once he's sitting she starts getting him out of his winter gear, other people can move around them. Into his vision, blonde hair might fall into his vision and the hands moving his clothing are calloused and dirt covered.
"Hoth. Y'ever heard of it? Sith-forsaken ice rock," he's mumbling a little as her hands undo his scarf and the ties on his jacket, but every moment spent inside is another moment he isn't quite so cold. "Who decided t'put the damn base on an iceblock s'beside...well it was the kid, ain't such a bad idea."
Han helps her get himself out of his jacket, and then and only then does he get a good look at her.
"Thought I was goin' to my room," comes the protest, through the scarf.
Han takes another moment to lie there before he pushes himself up on an elbow. A clump of snow falls on the floor with a plop as he brushes off a shoulder.
Han realizes he's rather broke, right now, as he pushes himself up to at least a sitting position on the floor (once Wade has stepped aside, of course). It's a good first step. Standing will come...eventually.
"Not likely to become dead in the near future without someone doing something to cause dead as a viable option." Spoon says after a moment, "Uncursed, unwounded, without infectious pathogen, possessed of a heart, and more-or-less sane. Last one is optional."
He pushes himself up to at least sitting, and pulls the goggles off his face and his hood back. If Spoon smells anything on Han, it won't be blood, just the faint odor of wet fur.
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"Wake up, child, you're far too cold."
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Han pushes the goggles off his face and ignores them when they fall on the floor, but makes no move to sit up. The snow is melting off of him and leaving a puddle on the floor, which the rats squeak at him about, but again, Han? So not caring.
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She gets him sitting up, godlike strength can be useful that way and if the air smells more of fields, that happens.
Once he's sitting she starts getting him out of his winter gear, other people can move around them. Into his vision, blonde hair might fall into his vision and the hands moving his clothing are calloused and dirt covered.
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Han helps her get himself out of his jacket, and then and only then does he get a good look at her.
Damn she's pretty.
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"There are rooms upstairs," she tells him, her arms crossed. "And you will catch a cold if you lie around covered in snow."
Her tone suggests he might very well deserve it.
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Han takes another moment to lie there before he pushes himself up on an elbow. A clump of snow falls on the floor with a plop as he brushes off a shoulder.
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She turns to the rat on her shoulder. "Two hot coffees, please, thank you."
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A pause, then he extends a hand after thinking on this a moment. There's a nearby chair he grabs onto for support.
"Can you help me get up?" As an afterthought: "Please?"
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"Ain't dead down there, are you?"
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He doesn't really care. Of course he'd rather not be dead, but at least he isn't on Hoth anymore.
"T'cold t'give a shit."
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His lips twitch.
"Whiskey'll fix that right up."
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Han realizes he's rather broke, right now, as he pushes himself up to at least a sitting position on the floor (once Wade has stepped aside, of course). It's a good first step. Standing will come...eventually.
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He'll move in a minute. Honest.
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There are reasons that Ace married him.
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He pushes himself up to at least sitting, and pulls the goggles off his face and his hood back. If Spoon smells anything on Han, it won't be blood, just the faint odor of wet fur.
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