[Which, arguably, may well be a ridiculous question to be asking at the moment. She doesn't look overly phased by the sight of blood on him, as if she's seen enough of it before, and that is the crux of it. She's been injured more time than she can count, seen others hurt, others die, which is why those green eyes are already assessing damage.
Her mind is a mile a minute. The Colosseum? People don't usually come out of it that badly, although she supposes that they can. Pre-coming here? She hadn't been in the best position herself, trapping in her armor for days, slowly wasting away with no food or water in sight. Sheer and dumb luck that Wash had been here, although Carolina was a stubborn ass of a woman and would keep fighting until her strength failed her.]
There is a clinic.
[Although whether he can make it there on his own is another matter. But she's already reaching in to her bag. Not exactly any medical supplies on her, but there is water in a bottle that she sets down on the counter, and a spare shirt which is relatively clean. She doesn't go far without her own knives, which is why there is one drawn, already working her own shirt in to strips. Her voice is clipped, one used to giving orders, used to having them followed.]
The heck happened to you and what are your exact injuries?
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[Which, arguably, may well be a ridiculous question to be asking at the moment. She doesn't look overly phased by the sight of blood on him, as if she's seen enough of it before, and that is the crux of it. She's been injured more time than she can count, seen others hurt, others die, which is why those green eyes are already assessing damage.
Her mind is a mile a minute. The Colosseum? People don't usually come out of it that badly, although she supposes that they can. Pre-coming here? She hadn't been in the best position herself, trapping in her armor for days, slowly wasting away with no food or water in sight. Sheer and dumb luck that Wash had been here, although Carolina was a stubborn ass of a woman and would keep fighting until her strength failed her.]
There is a clinic.
[Although whether he can make it there on his own is another matter. But she's already reaching in to her bag. Not exactly any medical supplies on her, but there is water in a bottle that she sets down on the counter, and a spare shirt which is relatively clean. She doesn't go far without her own knives, which is why there is one drawn, already working her own shirt in to strips. Her voice is clipped, one used to giving orders, used to having them followed.]
The heck happened to you and what are your exact injuries?