Here i stand - 100th - helpless and left for dead

[angelembrace]

Despite the fact he had been in the Coalition long enough that injury and blood was no longer disturbing in the slightest, no longer fazing him for the most part, Byriath being injured was still a surprising sight. The man always carried this air about him, a feeling that radiated to Angel as a creature that could not be put down. And he admired it, the unwavering respect and admiration had not changed or shifted once since he could open his eyes, which wasn't too long ago he supposed but when speaking in terms of the perspective of his entire life, it felt long to him. Regardless, that wasn't the issue here. The issue was Byriath could get injured and very much had been. Of course, he wouldn't stand around and gawk at the situation, and being an annoying little child clinging to Byr's leg had it's advantages. For one, while he was no medic, ironically only coming to be associated with death after his autopsy stunt, Angel had picked up on things along the way, from both following the fallen war god like a duckling and from his own exploits. At the very least, he could hopefully manage the situation, contain it and prevent it from getting worse while his compatriots deescalated the stress.

"You'll need more than that I would assume." Angel stated with a nervous chuckle, a concerned look upon his face at the wounds, which while had stopped bleeding, were not clean, if only because they had not been cleaned since the event. But he could inquire after that once the request had been fulfilled. "Come on Ruven, I think I know where he's referring to." Forcing his attention from the Guru to his best friend, as if to keep the lion cub's own attention on track.

your little hands of paradise, give them here and hang on tight

— Reggan