[ He lets her use his body for support as she needs to, waits for her to be able to haul herself up as much as she can without complaint. Amos shoots one look back at her broken leg while she's still working on righting herself properly, and... yeah, that's pretty bad. And yeah, he could fix it pretty quick himself, here and now.
And no, he isn't going to volunteer that information — because that would be a dick move, to hold the cure to her ailment right in her face and deny it to her; because before this happened she had been prepared to kill him. And as long as she's hindered like this, the bell is effectively his; she won't be able to stop him once they've dug themselves free from going back down for it and making off without her.
So a quick look back at how bad things are for her — and then he's helping her up to where that bit of moonlight is peaking through, atop the soil they have to climb. Pace slow, steps surefooted, and just as conversational as before — because trying to take her mind off of the pain isn't going to be a bad thing, for either of them. ]
We'd build our own environments. I lived on ships, mostly. Trips between places could take months, so they were an alright place to be. There were stations too, though; kinda like permanent cities, but my work usually kept me on the go. So you build these places, make sure they're air-tight so nothing can get out, and you import stuff from elsewhere in the system — ice for water, food grown elsewhere if you couldn't grow your own.
[ And the going may be slow and steady, but they're getting there, Amos making sure to keep Hayame's leg weightless; maintaining his grip on her any time she may falter and waiting until she's good to continue before proceeding. ]
That's where I came in; I use to work on an ice hauler. Made sure our ship worked so we'd be able to bring water back to people who needed it. Wasn't a bad gig.
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And no, he isn't going to volunteer that information — because that would be a dick move, to hold the cure to her ailment right in her face and deny it to her; because before this happened she had been prepared to kill him. And as long as she's hindered like this, the bell is effectively his; she won't be able to stop him once they've dug themselves free from going back down for it and making off without her.
So a quick look back at how bad things are for her — and then he's helping her up to where that bit of moonlight is peaking through, atop the soil they have to climb. Pace slow, steps surefooted, and just as conversational as before — because trying to take her mind off of the pain isn't going to be a bad thing, for either of them. ]
We'd build our own environments. I lived on ships, mostly. Trips between places could take months, so they were an alright place to be. There were stations too, though; kinda like permanent cities, but my work usually kept me on the go. So you build these places, make sure they're air-tight so nothing can get out, and you import stuff from elsewhere in the system — ice for water, food grown elsewhere if you couldn't grow your own.
[ And the going may be slow and steady, but they're getting there, Amos making sure to keep Hayame's leg weightless; maintaining his grip on her any time she may falter and waiting until she's good to continue before proceeding. ]
That's where I came in; I use to work on an ice hauler. Made sure our ship worked so we'd be able to bring water back to people who needed it. Wasn't a bad gig.