dang, those things are vicious

A growl Hen could only guess was coming, she flinches but doesn't release the pressure. "Next time," she agrees, a little nod, maybe the shadow of a smile. Bedside manner didn't come with this model, unfortunately. At least she feels a little bad about causing him more pain, that's something. Her shoulder still dripping and bloody, but she's not quite as gravely wounded... probably. She thinks. Pretty sure he's the one that's actively dying, Hen is content to let that be her focus.

His struggling causes Hen to tip, pulling at her shredded shoulder. Unable to keep the whimper from slipping out, the weak string of curse words under her breath. Hen pulled her brows down over her ruby gaze for a moment. "Let me stop the bleeding, then we get you home." No-nonsense, the words come as a growl. She wasn't about to let it happen, but if he tried to fight her off... it was a possibility. She doesn't know how real, but Henbane pushes it from her mind as best she can. "I'm not letting you die." Ghoul was wild eyed and anxious-- she wish she had a comfier variety of comfort for him. Instead, she adjusts the pressure on his neck, touch softening as fractionally as her tone.

"Speech"