[ Allen sags visibly with relief at that—"you really did manage to cure her"—with the tension bleeding off his cloaked shoulders finally as he bows his head. ]
Thank goodness... [ Breathing out first, he raises his eyes to meet Viktor's and gives a small nod. You don't have to look at him, please look at her, is left unsaid, but he isn't going to argue. He feels too feverish to.
He's tired, he still needs to do something about his own corruption that spiked, but -- he dips down to scoop the woman up into his arms. Very carefully, mindful that he has to keep his left hand turned away to keep the bladed fingers away from her, but he is quite used to having to do so and using his wrist more than his palm.
He rises back to his feet, if a touch unsteadily. ]
If you can get the door...? [ He'll follow inside with her then, and lay her out gently on the cot. ]
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Thank goodness... [ Breathing out first, he raises his eyes to meet Viktor's and gives a small nod. You don't have to look at him, please look at her, is left unsaid, but he isn't going to argue. He feels too feverish to.
He's tired, he still needs to do something about his own corruption that spiked, but -- he dips down to scoop the woman up into his arms. Very carefully, mindful that he has to keep his left hand turned away to keep the bladed fingers away from her, but he is quite used to having to do so and using his wrist more than his palm.
He rises back to his feet, if a touch unsteadily. ]
If you can get the door...? [ He'll follow inside with her then, and lay her out gently on the cot. ]