[That's good, holding pressure against the wound. Maketh presses her hand to it without thinking - waiting for the pain to come and steal her breath, but strangely it doesn't. She can barely feel anything above her waist. Her hands are cold and strangely clumsy. Maketh has the strangest feeling that she's watching the whole mess as it happens to someone else. A stranger.] Lilith.
[Maketh focuses on her breathing, making it slow and steady. Lilith would get there the fastest. She could call Henry, but he doesn't know enough about medicine to be of much help and Lilith is fast. That's going to matter in a moment or two. Something stutters in her chest, the first stab of pain, and Maketh grimaces.] I think, uh -- did I break your knee? I didn't mean to...
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[Maketh focuses on her breathing, making it slow and steady. Lilith would get there the fastest. She could call Henry, but he doesn't know enough about medicine to be of much help and Lilith is fast. That's going to matter in a moment or two. Something stutters in her chest, the first stab of pain, and Maketh grimaces.] I think, uh -- did I break your knee? I didn't mean to...