She tugs at the shellshocked teenager (immediately regretting the adjective that leapt to mind), pulling him away from the smoke and the spray of blood even as her own wound continues to stain her clothing through. One hand clutched to her chest, the other shepherding the boy like one might guide a lost child, she emerges through the doorway like Liberty Leading the People, softly pulling the door closed behind them. The remainder of the team fans out to allow them space as they see their final two members emerge, Lord Gundhir spitting inaudible curses through his gag.
This is her fault. She is conscious of this thought and acknowledges it as truth; close behind follows the understanding that there is nothing to be done about it in this immediate moment. If she does not have the endurance of a Feranmut here, she can at least maintain the self-possession of one. There would be time to acknowledge the necessary emotions when they are off this ship.
Right now...
She gently drops Donnie's hand as she steps out into the blanketed hallway, the buds responding to her presence by bending leafy stems and bowing tiny heads of petals towards her. Another welcome surge of vitality and strength emanates forth. A second step and tiny tendrils are coiling rapidly around her body, up her legs and to her chest, gently twining around her wound before falling away.
The bleeding stops.
Here, too, she can sense that her healing is less effective than it ought to be, but it suffices. She will not grow faint or bleed out. And Donnie, as he enters the passage, will find that any minor scrapes he suffered will be patched by the plants, while major injuries are reduced in severity.
Shu takes a moment for a long, shaky exhalation before turning to the turtlekin with firm words and soft eyes.
"We must complete the mission. You know the way to the stern."
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Date: 2024-08-21 04:53 am (UTC)This is her fault. She is conscious of this thought and acknowledges it as truth; close behind follows the understanding that there is nothing to be done about it in this immediate moment. If she does not have the endurance of a Feranmut here, she can at least maintain the self-possession of one. There would be time to acknowledge the necessary emotions when they are off this ship.
Right now...
She gently drops Donnie's hand as she steps out into the blanketed hallway, the buds responding to her presence by bending leafy stems and bowing tiny heads of petals towards her. Another welcome surge of vitality and strength emanates forth. A second step and tiny tendrils are coiling rapidly around her body, up her legs and to her chest, gently twining around her wound before falling away.
The bleeding stops.
Here, too, she can sense that her healing is less effective than it ought to be, but it suffices. She will not grow faint or bleed out. And Donnie, as he enters the passage, will find that any minor scrapes he suffered will be patched by the plants, while major injuries are reduced in severity.
Shu takes a moment for a long, shaky exhalation before turning to the turtlekin with firm words and soft eyes.
"We must complete the mission. You know the way to the stern."
You can do this.