[ Fine gold strands catch on dry lips, feeling the warmth of his breath when he sighs into her and she wishes she could just scoop him up and hold him until he's been healed. It's only when he's hurt that she realizes how large he truly was, rendering her near useless to help him. Even the assistance of her suit isn't enough; the bulk added to enhance her physical strength would vastly limit her mobility, and it was a sacrifice she'd always dealt with. Today is the first time she's ever truly regretted it. ]
She's only hiding from the woman that tore out a man's tooth to get some answers. She'll understand.
[ It's a bit of a cheeky answer, but she can hear the pride in his voice and her nose crinkles with the little smile his concession earns him, fingers feathering through the ends of long white hair before she's giving him one last little kiss to focus on healing him right up to that threshold. The only thing she can really see fit to do when he begins to move is help pull on one large arm while her other guides his damaged leg around as gently as possible so he won't try to rise up onto the crushed knee straining at his suit and swollen horribly under trauma. That was going to make mobility difficult for him, more than anything else he'd sustained. ]
And I'll always be here for you; no matter where in the world you are, my fierce lion.
[ Once he's raised himself up off the floor onto his good knee, though, she'll shoulder up under his arm and give her as much support as she can to get him upright. It may not be much of a help and the men just outside the cell fidget, unsure whether they should step in or not to help, but for now she signals them to stay and wait with a flat hand at waist level. ]
Careful, now. Take your time. [ Everything about her expression when she looks up at him is fond and sad and ferociously proud, with her own determination to get him home fierce in her eyes. She's on the side of his injured knee to be his very own crutch, waiting to see if she can take enough of his weight to allow him to avoid any landing on his leg, fingers gentle on the arm about her neck to keep his smashed hand from knocking into anything, cradled across her chest to rest over her heart and bracing him to her so his weight would come down on his elbow across her shoulders. The brawniest member of their squad comes the second she crooks a finger for the help and he shoulders up under Reinhardt's other arm for a mismatched set of crutches to get him out. It'd have to be under his own power; he's too broad a man to get through the narrow halls on a stretcher, too long to navigate around the many twists and turns. ]
No one would ever dare. I'd rip them apart for your honor.
[ She hadn't always been a doctor, after all. She's taken apart as many bodies as she's put together. (Nevermind that they were in medical school and for her research.) It would be a struggle to get him out of the building, but the second they were on the trucks back to the jets for the long trip back to base, she could really settle into treatment and get a head start on him. ]
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She's only hiding from the woman that tore out a man's tooth to get some answers. She'll understand.
[ It's a bit of a cheeky answer, but she can hear the pride in his voice and her nose crinkles with the little smile his concession earns him, fingers feathering through the ends of long white hair before she's giving him one last little kiss to focus on healing him right up to that threshold. The only thing she can really see fit to do when he begins to move is help pull on one large arm while her other guides his damaged leg around as gently as possible so he won't try to rise up onto the crushed knee straining at his suit and swollen horribly under trauma. That was going to make mobility difficult for him, more than anything else he'd sustained. ]
And I'll always be here for you; no matter where in the world you are, my fierce lion.
[ Once he's raised himself up off the floor onto his good knee, though, she'll shoulder up under his arm and give her as much support as she can to get him upright. It may not be much of a help and the men just outside the cell fidget, unsure whether they should step in or not to help, but for now she signals them to stay and wait with a flat hand at waist level. ]
Careful, now. Take your time. [ Everything about her expression when she looks up at him is fond and sad and ferociously proud, with her own determination to get him home fierce in her eyes. She's on the side of his injured knee to be his very own crutch, waiting to see if she can take enough of his weight to allow him to avoid any landing on his leg, fingers gentle on the arm about her neck to keep his smashed hand from knocking into anything, cradled across her chest to rest over her heart and bracing him to her so his weight would come down on his elbow across her shoulders. The brawniest member of their squad comes the second she crooks a finger for the help and he shoulders up under Reinhardt's other arm for a mismatched set of crutches to get him out. It'd have to be under his own power; he's too broad a man to get through the narrow halls on a stretcher, too long to navigate around the many twists and turns. ]
No one would ever dare. I'd rip them apart for your honor.
[ She hadn't always been a doctor, after all. She's taken apart as many bodies as she's put together. (Nevermind that they were in medical school and for her research.) It would be a struggle to get him out of the building, but the second they were on the trucks back to the jets for the long trip back to base, she could really settle into treatment and get a head start on him. ]