[ Oh, Clara, his brave Clara. Even now, working to resist and fight against it, everything that's got hold of her. To be so human, so small, so fierce. He's as proud of her as he's ever been of anyone at all, and his hold on her tightens protectively before he works to try and carefully free the weapon she's alluded to. ]
Stop moving. I've got it. Hold still and rest.
[ We'll be okay. Perfectly okay. Totally okay.
He reaches carefully for the pocketknife, not knowing what to expect until he's pulled it free, and when it starts to elongate and grow quickly, his hold on Clara with his other arm tightens. Somehow, he manages to keep hold of her and the small knife that's now alarmingly a sword... ]
Okay! Wasn't expecting that.
[ She'd told him, yes, but there's quite a difference in hearing about it and seeing it. For now, he doesn't move. He won't attack willingly, even if they are undead corpses. He'd rather defend, if necessary. ]
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Stop moving. I've got it. Hold still and rest.
[ We'll be okay. Perfectly okay. Totally okay.
He reaches carefully for the pocketknife, not knowing what to expect until he's pulled it free, and when it starts to elongate and grow quickly, his hold on Clara with his other arm tightens. Somehow, he manages to keep hold of her and the small knife that's now alarmingly a sword... ]
Okay! Wasn't expecting that.
[ She'd told him, yes, but there's quite a difference in hearing about it and seeing it. For now, he doesn't move. He won't attack willingly, even if they are undead corpses. He'd rather defend, if necessary. ]