"...well, it's nice for one of us to be confident that they can handle things." [Though the question on Pomni's mind was whether that storied confidence of blind bravado.]
[The statement calls to attention the injury to his head and the exposed wound. Crud.]
[She takes a deep breath, and for the moment commands the air of a 25-year-old woman she is supposed to be and not the childlike mascot her body presents herself as.] "...not with that wound you're not."
[She takes a moment to look around for something that is usable material. It's not long before she found some tattered strip of cloth, dusty from disuse and age.] "...here. It's the last I can do. For, you know, freaking out on you." [Just focus on what you can do, Pomni. And try not to get in the way of the ones that are capable of protecting the group.]
no subject
[The statement calls to attention the injury to his head and the exposed wound. Crud.]
[She takes a deep breath, and for the moment commands the air of a 25-year-old woman she is supposed to be and not the childlike mascot her body presents herself as.] "...not with that wound you're not."
[She takes a moment to look around for something that is usable material. It's not long before she found some tattered strip of cloth, dusty from disuse and age.] "...here. It's the last I can do. For, you know, freaking out on you." [Just focus on what you can do, Pomni. And try not to get in the way of the ones that are capable of protecting the group.]