dang, those things are vicious

The cat gives up. They're both ragged, bloody, disgusting. Henbane was panting, and she could feel the blood streaming down her side. Her shoulder throbbing, the kind of wet pain that only shredded flesh really knows. Both of them ragged and bloody, not to mention the fact she's fucking lost. Why does her heart hurt for the Crypt like this? Dad would know what to do... but they're so far. They're so far from home, from him.

Alive. They're alive. Hen's breath was ragged as she turned to look at Ghoul, similarly sprawled. He's breathing, but fuck that's a lot of blood. "Gimmee your neck." Too much blood, she's already reaching for him. Her tone was gruff, but then, so was the healer who'd taught her. While Henbane is hot garbage at identifying herbs and doing all the things that required skill, she can put pressure on a bleeding wound. "It'll feel like shit, but the bleeding needs stopped." Settling beside him where he's sprawled... he said they're not far from his pack, but neither of them would make it, in this shape. If they weren't bleeding, at least they had some hope of making it back conscious.

"Speech"