[Liem is in poor condition to be hiking around dangerous, monster-infested wildernesses at the moment. He'd wanted to, after multiple shifts spent staying at the Meridian outposts, as a watchman and support defence in case of encroaching monsters or hostile Zenites. The job had been too quiet; he'd felt like an invalid — and he wasn't. Compared to the rank and file of Springstar's military, he was much better suited to delving into the forest and hunting down dangerous beasts. He knew he could be more useful out here than back at the outposts, waiting out the worst of his withdrawal.
What if he felt ill for another four weeks? He couldn't let it put him out of commission for that entire time.
But it is tough going. He tries his best not to hold back their pace as he and Gray explore some of the more risky areas of the wood — but it takes them longer than they'd anticipated to reach the section they'd wanted to scout, and his fatigue is unquestionably to blame. Perhaps if they'd reached their destination earlier in the evening, the monsters wouldn't be so active. For all that Liem pulls his weight in actually exterminating the ones that come for them, he can't help but feel like it's his fault Gray is injured.
He is fortunate enough to avoid any especially bad wounds during the melee. There's an acid burn on his hand, and his hip is pretty bruised, but he can ignore the ache until they're back at camp. It's Gray's arm that worries him.]
A little roughly treated, but nothing serious.
[He doesn't need to examine her arm to tell that she's still bleeding; the sharp, beguiling smell of flowing blood envelops him when he steps closer, still dragging in heavy breaths from the exertion of their battle. He has to force himself to speak through a throat gone suddenly tight.]
Miss Gray, your arm. We should… tend it.
[Because he's worried for her, yes — but also because he's not going to be able to focus on anything else until they do.]
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What if he felt ill for another four weeks? He couldn't let it put him out of commission for that entire time.
But it is tough going. He tries his best not to hold back their pace as he and Gray explore some of the more risky areas of the wood — but it takes them longer than they'd anticipated to reach the section they'd wanted to scout, and his fatigue is unquestionably to blame. Perhaps if they'd reached their destination earlier in the evening, the monsters wouldn't be so active. For all that Liem pulls his weight in actually exterminating the ones that come for them, he can't help but feel like it's his fault Gray is injured.
He is fortunate enough to avoid any especially bad wounds during the melee. There's an acid burn on his hand, and his hip is pretty bruised, but he can ignore the ache until they're back at camp. It's Gray's arm that worries him.]
A little roughly treated, but nothing serious.
[He doesn't need to examine her arm to tell that she's still bleeding; the sharp, beguiling smell of flowing blood envelops him when he steps closer, still dragging in heavy breaths from the exertion of their battle. He has to force himself to speak through a throat gone suddenly tight.]
Miss Gray, your arm. We should… tend it.
[Because he's worried for her, yes — but also because he's not going to be able to focus on anything else until they do.]