There is no hesitation. When he feels her small body lean into his, her hands reaching, he’s slinging an arm around her shoulders without a second thought, every racing thought of his bent towards keeping her alive and well for as long as he could. He looks left and right knowing neither of them can afford to linger or relax into the embrace. Not here, when the spaceport is crawling with danger.
“I’m fine…” He rubs soothingly at her back, fighting to shake off the flashes of memory at being trapped in one of the airlocks, air-starved and pounding desperately at the doors while his strength had drained from his body. A déjà vu that still left him in a cold sweat.
“I’m, I'm fine.” He gives her a little pat before allowing her to pull away. “One a’ them machines jus’… exploded a little ways back. I got lucky standin’ where I was at the time; if I'd a’ been any closer, that shrapnel could a' tore through me like paper.”
His arm took the brunt of the damage when he raised it in a defensive reflex, most of the blood peppering his suit camouflaged by the red of his district colour.
“What about you?” He asks while giving her a once-over, wondering if there’s anything he’s missing.
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“I’m fine…” He rubs soothingly at her back, fighting to shake off the flashes of memory at being trapped in one of the airlocks, air-starved and pounding desperately at the doors while his strength had drained from his body. A déjà vu that still left him in a cold sweat.
“I’m, I'm fine.” He gives her a little pat before allowing her to pull away. “One a’ them machines jus’… exploded a little ways back. I got lucky standin’ where I was at the time; if I'd a’ been any closer, that shrapnel could a' tore through me like paper.”
His arm took the brunt of the damage when he raised it in a defensive reflex, most of the blood peppering his suit camouflaged by the red of his district colour.
“What about you?” He asks while giving her a once-over, wondering if there’s anything he’s missing.