[ It might seem like something of a taunt anywhere else (or worse), but Vi will take it for a thank you, not that she ever expects one. Helping one helps all, isn't that right? Vi doesn't know how magic works, and won't trust that it will work the same if she just burns his talisman for him to speed things up.
At least she's doing what she can to let him keep some dignity, not remarking when her boots get splattered yet again in someone else's blood, and refraining from slinging him right over her shoulder (the joke doesn't count). He's taller than her (about Caitlyn's height, maybe), but she could manage. Somehow, whatever's hitting some of the others has passed her on by. Maybe it's survivor's guilt urging her to help him stagger his way to the fire. She had been lucky to avoid any sickness in Zaun, too, while some others choked on the air until they died on their molding mattresses.
It's too familiar. Sadness draws her shoulders to shrug as she shifts to get a better grip around his waist, tugging him along with a gentle patience. Is he going to die? He probably shouldn't die alone, at the very least.
Vi's smile is crooked, soft for when she doesn't know if the person will even live through the next sentence. The perfect time for dry humor. ]
Like that, do you? Say the word and I'll carry you the whole way, princess.
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At least she's doing what she can to let him keep some dignity, not remarking when her boots get splattered yet again in someone else's blood, and refraining from slinging him right over her shoulder (the joke doesn't count). He's taller than her (about Caitlyn's height, maybe), but she could manage. Somehow, whatever's hitting some of the others has passed her on by. Maybe it's survivor's guilt urging her to help him stagger his way to the fire. She had been lucky to avoid any sickness in Zaun, too, while some others choked on the air until they died on their molding mattresses.
It's too familiar. Sadness draws her shoulders to shrug as she shifts to get a better grip around his waist, tugging him along with a gentle patience. Is he going to die? He probably shouldn't die alone, at the very least.
Vi's smile is crooked, soft for when she doesn't know if the person will even live through the next sentence. The perfect time for dry humor. ]
Like that, do you? Say the word and I'll carry you the whole way, princess.