Snippet #1554045

Talae wasn't often at a complete loss for what to do, but she certainly was right now. Slowly, the adrenaline was draining out of her system, which served to calm her tremors slightly but otherwise just made her feel like a heaping pile of refuse. She needed to sleep-preferably for days. All of this, though, was only dimply registered, and she scarcely paid Neira's comment any heed. Yes, there was probably a story here, but it wasn't like she had any idea what that might be. As for looking after herself, well... she was apparently pretty bad at that anyway, why start bothering about it now?

It came to her attention that Kisikoni looked like himself again, except for the part where he appeared to be even worse off than she was, hence her current predicament. It wasn't like she was in much shape to help, and that was assuming she even knew what to do in the first place, which she didn't. She had another dose of the same invigorating tincture she'd used on herself earlier, but since he'd just lost the contents of his stomach, that was probably not the best of ideas.

"Dammit," she muttered softly. Well, when you didn't know what else to do, you did what you were told. And right now, that involved finding Captain Grimsmirk, something that was not going to be accomplished by either of them unless one of them forced the point, and he was clearly in no position to do that. There were two ways to go about this, and Talae picked the one she was better at: gruffness. Forcing more strength into her movements than she really had to give, she crossed to where Kisikoni was on the ground. "Hey, Koni, come on. Snap out of it. We have to get to the Captain or we're going to get left here, and I don't think either of us can afford that right now. I swear I'll let you wallow later, and maybe I'll even be nice about it, but not right now."

So saying, she wrapped both hands around one of his forearms and tugged, largely ineffectually. She didn't really have the stamina left to attempt to drag him anywhere, hence the need to make him do much of that himself. She'd be of more assistance once he was on his feet, if he needed it. He really was a wreck- a nosebleed and that sort of paleness that comes of being violently ill. It didn't help that they were both covered in battlefield grime by this point, and she had several injuries, any of which on its own would have been annoying, but combined were quite possibly approaching her pain threshold. Well, that wasn't quite true, but they were approaching what should have been her pain threshold.

She wouldn't be able to consider the difference until they were both out of here, and where they needed to go.