[ The shift in the Doctor's mind is abrupt and disconcerting, able to feel the moment the paladin eases its grip and influence on his thoughts. The blood it sought, the hatred it felt, all of it disappears in a single moment, though there's no sense of relief at all. From vengeance to fear now, the Doctor's own mind turns in an instant as he focuses on Vanessa, the way he'd hurt her, and the fact that she's helped him now to kill one of the winged creatures.
He feels his hearts pounding as he advances quickly closer, nearly breathless when he speaks, the adrenaline gradually waning. ]
Vanessa. Were you—
[ There's so much to sort through and think about, not least of which the dead thing at their feet. But all that he cares about for the moment is if she's okay; the memory of her roughly being thrown against the stone wall by his own hands makes his stomach turn over.
Covered in the harpy's blood, at a first glance, he can't immediately tell how badly injured she is, but he rests a hand on her back, trying to coax her to look at him, while his other hand moves to cradle her face. ]
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He feels his hearts pounding as he advances quickly closer, nearly breathless when he speaks, the adrenaline gradually waning. ]
Vanessa. Were you—
[ There's so much to sort through and think about, not least of which the dead thing at their feet. But all that he cares about for the moment is if she's okay; the memory of her roughly being thrown against the stone wall by his own hands makes his stomach turn over.
Covered in the harpy's blood, at a first glance, he can't immediately tell how badly injured she is, but he rests a hand on her back, trying to coax her to look at him, while his other hand moves to cradle her face. ]