I would say that depends far more on your patience than it does mine, John.
[ It says in so many words 'I've no idea.' Storms can last days and she'd find a way to soldier and muster on. She doubts John would let that stand. She could simply see him betting the dice and opening a portal to hop them somewhere. Though, she is saving that as an utter last resort. ]
Hm. I'll make sure to find one that is free of things that bang on about them.
[ A playful remark in an attempt to ease the situation. She moves with his direction, knowing that he's going to fuss in his own way. The wound is certainly one made of claw marks. A few inches deep into the skin. The shirt is soaked in blood and rather glued to her skin in that regard. Helen scrunches her face up in pain when he can't see it. ]
I'd say it more depends on how you're faring once we've got this more manageable.
[ John's mouth turns down into a frown. He doesn't like the uncertainty but he understands it. He doesn't like the idea of being stuck out there out of the range of aid with her hurt as she is. Right now, he doesn't have to chance the barmy idea of opening a portal, but he might have to consider it as a contingency. ]
Good luck in this town.
[ A chance at humor that he doesn't really feel. No, he's too tense for all that and too focused on seeing what he can do for her. Once the jacket is free, it is just the ruined shirt failing at covering anything up. His jaw tenses and he reaches up to gently touch her shoulder, away from the wounds. ]
It doesn't look like it tickles, love. I'll get the kit.
[ She has half the mind to tell him to stop being so dodgy about how bad the wound is. Doctors could make terrible patients, but, she has an inkling of how horrid it must look. Her head turns to look over her shoulder with her eyebrows raised. ]
There is absolutely no need to sugarcoat the situation with me, John.
[ Even if she suspects it has far more to do with how he himself is handling it than her.
Regardless of the reason, she nods to his statement. Once he is up and about? She starts to slowly try and remove her shirt. A low hiss escapes her at it. It feels like pulling off a bandaid in a way. Which means extensive blood loss and no doubt she'll start feeling the effects of that rather soon. ]
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[ His jaw tenses at the comment but his attention goes to the fire, watching it spark to life. Once that is finished, he gives his all back to her. ]
I like them better when I'm not having to contend with things like this whilst banging about inside them. Here, let me help.
[ Carefully shifting to help her get out of the destroyed clothing with a minimum of fuss. ]
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[ It says in so many words 'I've no idea.' Storms can last days and she'd find a way to soldier and muster on. She doubts John would let that stand. She could simply see him betting the dice and opening a portal to hop them somewhere. Though, she is saving that as an utter last resort. ]
Hm. I'll make sure to find one that is free of things that bang on about them.
[ A playful remark in an attempt to ease the situation. She moves with his direction, knowing that he's going to fuss in his own way. The wound is certainly one made of claw marks. A few inches deep into the skin. The shirt is soaked in blood and rather glued to her skin in that regard. Helen scrunches her face up in pain when he can't see it. ]
I imagine it looks rather terrible.
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[ John's mouth turns down into a frown. He doesn't like the uncertainty but he understands it. He doesn't like the idea of being stuck out there out of the range of aid with her hurt as she is. Right now, he doesn't have to chance the barmy idea of opening a portal, but he might have to consider it as a contingency. ]
Good luck in this town.
[ A chance at humor that he doesn't really feel. No, he's too tense for all that and too focused on seeing what he can do for her. Once the jacket is free, it is just the ruined shirt failing at covering anything up. His jaw tenses and he reaches up to gently touch her shoulder, away from the wounds. ]
It doesn't look like it tickles, love. I'll get the kit.
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There is absolutely no need to sugarcoat the situation with me, John.
[ Even if she suspects it has far more to do with how he himself is handling it than her.
Regardless of the reason, she nods to his statement. Once he is up and about? She starts to slowly try and remove her shirt. A low hiss escapes her at it. It feels like pulling off a bandaid in a way. Which means extensive blood loss and no doubt she'll start feeling the effects of that rather soon. ]
Bloody hell.