Gideon doesn't understand a word coming out of her necromancer's mouth (except, fuck me, Mithraeum). She feels her tremble, though and fights the urge to hold her closer. There's a light mist of rain falling and, dimly, Gideon knows that she ought to get Harrow off the floor, off the street. It's what any half decent cavalier primary would do.
But here they are.
"Wherever you're bleeding from, heal it before you faint, dumbass," she says. "And then I'll take...I'll take you home."
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Date: 2021-05-18 05:54 pm (UTC)Gideon doesn't understand a word coming out of her necromancer's mouth (except, fuck me, Mithraeum). She feels her tremble, though and fights the urge to hold her closer. There's a light mist of rain falling and, dimly, Gideon knows that she ought to get Harrow off the floor, off the street. It's what any half decent cavalier primary would do. But here they are. "Wherever you're bleeding from, heal it before you faint, dumbass," she says. "And then I'll take...I'll take you home."