"I don't know. But if it moves, we move too." Roland supplements, while summoning a Potion from his Arms Band, materializing in gold light. Reno would be better suited to answering that question, his tech holding the machine down.
For his part, Roland opens the Potion and offers the bottle to Halo, ready to help her drink it should she be too weak to do so on her own. "This might help." He chances a glance below - that sea of red, a map of blood that paints across her bottom torso like she's ready to be ripped in half. It's not pleasant. But he can't wax poetic about that now; they had no time to waste.
When it looks like she's settled a bit, maybe as some of the potion's regenerative effects start kicking in, he starts speaking again. "...Why don't they like you?" Enough to get into a fight, apparently. "And what do you mean, everyone forgot? Except you?" As he talks to distract her from the pain, Roland might just nod at Curufin too, ready to start carrying her to a safer location. They could probably talk more when the teraforming beast of a thing wasn't looming over their shoulders.
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For his part, Roland opens the Potion and offers the bottle to Halo, ready to help her drink it should she be too weak to do so on her own. "This might help." He chances a glance below - that sea of red, a map of blood that paints across her bottom torso like she's ready to be ripped in half. It's not pleasant. But he can't wax poetic about that now; they had no time to waste.
When it looks like she's settled a bit, maybe as some of the potion's regenerative effects start kicking in, he starts speaking again. "...Why don't they like you?" Enough to get into a fight, apparently. "And what do you mean, everyone forgot? Except you?" As he talks to distract her from the pain, Roland might just nod at Curufin too, ready to start carrying her to a safer location. They could probably talk more when the teraforming beast of a thing wasn't looming over their shoulders.