[Hm, yeah. That's bound to hurt. Guren still feels guilt while looking at all of these injuries, but he won't focus on how sad he feels for him right now. That doesn't help. Instead, he's peeling off old washcloths and whatever bandages he'd found and eyeing what's underneath.
A glance to the window in the room tells him that it's even foggier outside this morning than it was yesterday. He's still not sure what that means, but it doesn't feel right, and that tells him enough. These wounds aren't doing too bad for the next day, considering what little they've had to work with, but he still wants to do more to help with them. Like clean them off... and maybe something for the pain.]
I might have to go out myself. [He says it after he checks out the third one, eyes flicking up to Dextera. He knows he probably won't like it, and Guren is worried it'll mean he'll try to move around himself, but...] It won't take too long. Maybe an hour or two.
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A glance to the window in the room tells him that it's even foggier outside this morning than it was yesterday. He's still not sure what that means, but it doesn't feel right, and that tells him enough. These wounds aren't doing too bad for the next day, considering what little they've had to work with, but he still wants to do more to help with them. Like clean them off... and maybe something for the pain.]
I might have to go out myself. [He says it after he checks out the third one, eyes flicking up to Dextera. He knows he probably won't like it, and Guren is worried it'll mean he'll try to move around himself, but...] It won't take too long. Maybe an hour or two.