Headed for a New Land
Lillith
07-02-2021, 07:50 PM
Despite not meaning to, Romulus completely ignored what Lillith was saying, far too focused on the shallow cuts weeping blood down her snout and the way she was almost wheezing with every word. Lillith was hurt, she wasn't doing well. That was what Roman saw, and that was what he had to fix. The sound of her rear end collapsing to the ground made him look up away from the cuts on her face, finally able to really take in the sight of the girl before him. She was barely standing, breathing hard like she couldn't get enough oxygen into her lungs again, just like on the hill. Something wasn't right, but Romulus didn't know what it was and didn't know how to help her. He hated the feeling of uselessness it left him with, but he wouldn't let his frustration show to Lil, only his attention and concern.
Without warning, Lillith began to fall to her elbows on the grass. "Whoa, steady, steeeeady," he said while leaning forward to catch her with his side and help ease her down to rest and catch her breath. She sucked in a breath, then tried to tend to his wounds. Romulus looked confused, following her gaze back to his bleeding shoulder that he had forgotten he even had in his concern for her, then scoffed at Lillith's ridiculous degree of selflessness. Here she was, barely breathing and bleeding, collapsed and still trying to tend to him!
"Don't worry about me, I've been scratched worse by my brothers," he said with a wry grin and a chuckle, hoping to keep her spirits up and distract her from whatever was causing her to deteriorate like this. "I think we should get you back home, before all those plants you picked go bad." Of course, the real reason he wanted to get her back was so that someone could see to her breathing and her cuts, but he was still trying to elevate her mood. Roman left Lillith's side only for a moment to grab her satchel and bring it back to slip over her neck. "You good to walk with me? I've got a pretty comfy shoulder you can use to get down the hill with." Of course, he was more than capable of carrying her as well, but he didn't want to demean her by insinuating she couldn't do it on her own. She was a tough girl coming out here alone and fighting a saber cat with him. That deserved to be celebrated, not undermined.
"Romulus Armada"
Without warning, Lillith began to fall to her elbows on the grass. "Whoa, steady, steeeeady," he said while leaning forward to catch her with his side and help ease her down to rest and catch her breath. She sucked in a breath, then tried to tend to his wounds. Romulus looked confused, following her gaze back to his bleeding shoulder that he had forgotten he even had in his concern for her, then scoffed at Lillith's ridiculous degree of selflessness. Here she was, barely breathing and bleeding, collapsed and still trying to tend to him!
"Don't worry about me, I've been scratched worse by my brothers," he said with a wry grin and a chuckle, hoping to keep her spirits up and distract her from whatever was causing her to deteriorate like this. "I think we should get you back home, before all those plants you picked go bad." Of course, the real reason he wanted to get her back was so that someone could see to her breathing and her cuts, but he was still trying to elevate her mood. Roman left Lillith's side only for a moment to grab her satchel and bring it back to slip over her neck. "You good to walk with me? I've got a pretty comfy shoulder you can use to get down the hill with." Of course, he was more than capable of carrying her as well, but he didn't want to demean her by insinuating she couldn't do it on her own. She was a tough girl coming out here alone and fighting a saber cat with him. That deserved to be celebrated, not undermined.
