Nothing to worry about? What the hell is wrong with you? After today, you expect - ...
[ She'll sit still, watching him through the dimmed lighting. She won't show much of a different perspective with his face exposed, call it being blissfully ignorant to the reasons behind it or her appreciation for his loyalty, but Elizabeth doesn't comment. Instead, she rises, her hands trembling and steps slow. ]
You expect for me to ignore you're wounded? [ But, stabby...? ] Was this something to do with the murders...?
[ There's a crack in her voice, her hands clamping together and her shoulders defensively slumped. It's not unlike her to get in over her head, and she's going to be concerned. ]
no subject
[ She'll sit still, watching him through the dimmed lighting. She won't show much of a different perspective with his face exposed, call it being blissfully ignorant to the reasons behind it or her appreciation for his loyalty, but Elizabeth doesn't comment. Instead, she rises, her hands trembling and steps slow. ]
You expect for me to ignore you're wounded? [ But, stabby...? ] Was this something to do with the murders...?
[ There's a crack in her voice, her hands clamping together and her shoulders defensively slumped. It's not unlike her to get in over her head, and she's going to be concerned. ]
Let me help you or at the very least assist you.