[He can only assume injuries to her hand, arm or shoulder, but can't really tell what it is. The way she twitches and seems aware of the injuries somehow denounce how whatever it is, it's open and painful to the cold air.]
Whatever it is you're injured with, cover it with some clean cloth or wash it with cold clean water whenever you get the chance. Don't wanna risk infection. [Very matter of fact, as though disregarding how distressed Lottie is when describing the incident.
He does frown, though. The roots. This is all so strange. He did feel the Dryad was no machine, not enough reverbrations and dryness that it tends to escort whenever machinery and electronics are concerned, but neither did he feel something organic, in the way that animals or people breathe in air, give away—mostly—heat.
The voice seemed odd, and now he remembers the snapping of old wood at his grandfather's house above him, while he fought the ghosts of his memory as a child.] Y'don't seem too surprised by roots gaining sentience, though.
ajsndha that's fine
Whatever it is you're injured with, cover it with some clean cloth or wash it with cold clean water whenever you get the chance. Don't wanna risk infection. [Very matter of fact, as though disregarding how distressed Lottie is when describing the incident.
He does frown, though. The roots. This is all so strange. He did feel the Dryad was no machine, not enough reverbrations and dryness that it tends to escort whenever machinery and electronics are concerned, but neither did he feel something organic, in the way that animals or people breathe in air, give away—mostly—heat.
The voice seemed odd, and now he remembers the snapping of old wood at his grandfather's house above him, while he fought the ghosts of his memory as a child.] Y'don't seem too surprised by roots gaining sentience, though.