[ All of Jill's thoughts are focused on Clive, not on the dragoon who has miraculously come to their rescue. If- when Clive is out of danger, she will thank him properly, but at the moment, not all of her wits are about her, at least not to the point of responding appropriately to their rescuer.
She keeps pressing her hands against Clive's wound, not caring if she gets blood on her hands. Of course, there already is blood on her hands from the things she was forced into doing. This is a different matter, of course, but regardless, she wants to try and keep Clive from losing too much blood.
After a moment, she abandons using her hands to try and stem the flow, grabbing at her skirts instead and trying to press that against the wound. She dimly registers Ardbert speaking to someone, explaining the dire situation, but still her focus remains on Clive.
He is still bleeding too much and nothing I do is helping...
Jill's head tilts lower and her hair falls over her eyes, but she remains where she is until Ardbert or someone else orders her to move. ]
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She keeps pressing her hands against Clive's wound, not caring if she gets blood on her hands. Of course, there already is blood on her hands from the things she was forced into doing. This is a different matter, of course, but regardless, she wants to try and keep Clive from losing too much blood.
After a moment, she abandons using her hands to try and stem the flow, grabbing at her skirts instead and trying to press that against the wound. She dimly registers Ardbert speaking to someone, explaining the dire situation, but still her focus remains on Clive.
He is still bleeding too much and nothing I do is helping...
Jill's head tilts lower and her hair falls over her eyes, but she remains where she is until Ardbert or someone else orders her to move. ]