Oh. Right. He's supposed to ask permission first. ...however it seems like Robin's self preservation levels are very low right now. He needs to supply that. So he cleans and dresses her wound. Her blood is strange...as one who's seen to people infected with Oripathy, he avoids coming in contact with it if he can.
He has no idea that the very woman he's treating is contemplating murdering him at that very moment.
"I believe it very neccessary, Signora." His eyes flick to her for a moment, tired, but resolute. "Your brother would wish me to keep you whole and healthy. If a wound like that is not treated quickly, it will grow infected." Normal bacterial infection, not the magic rock cancer kind. Then again there is a plant growth on this ship... "Treating it now saves the trouble of treating more issues later." It's logical to him. Leaving something to hurt when something can be done to soothe the pain? Illogical. It's that simple.
He continues to walk with her. He listens, intent as would be expected of an Executor. He's well versed in death rites in other cultures so as to not cause international incidents in his work, and is taking this in almost greedily. "I see. Because Penacony is a world of dreams, and no one dies in a dream." Allegedly.
A body...his wings fold in on themselves a little. He'd...not seen the full aftermath. He does not know if Sunday will still be visible in the mirror, or would be lost to the depths. He'd run away like a coward before he could see it all.
But a will. .....best friend? There are rankings of friendships?
....that is not an appropriate question for the current situation.
"Signora. Sunday entrusted me with his will approximately a week ago. I have been working to fulfill it in the wake of his death." It's tucked safely away on his person, weighing heavily over his heart. He's...reluctant to procure the actual paper. He does not have the proper materials to properly safeguard it here... also he's quite sure he's mentioned this will to Robin before?
..... "Would you like me to recite it to you as we walk?" What do you need? I will strive to fulfill it.
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He has no idea that the very woman he's treating is contemplating murdering him at that very moment.
"I believe it very neccessary, Signora." His eyes flick to her for a moment, tired, but resolute. "Your brother would wish me to keep you whole and healthy. If a wound like that is not treated quickly, it will grow infected." Normal bacterial infection, not the magic rock cancer kind. Then again there is a plant growth on this ship... "Treating it now saves the trouble of treating more issues later." It's logical to him. Leaving something to hurt when something can be done to soothe the pain? Illogical. It's that simple.
He continues to walk with her. He listens, intent as would be expected of an Executor. He's well versed in death rites in other cultures so as to not cause international incidents in his work, and is taking this in almost greedily. "I see. Because Penacony is a world of dreams, and no one dies in a dream." Allegedly.
A body...his wings fold in on themselves a little. He'd...not seen the full aftermath. He does not know if Sunday will still be visible in the mirror, or would be lost to the depths. He'd run away
like a cowardbefore he could see it all.But a will. .....best friend? There are rankings of friendships?
....that is not an appropriate question for the current situation.
"Signora. Sunday entrusted me with his will approximately a week ago. I have been working to fulfill it in the wake of his death." It's tucked safely away on his person, weighing heavily over his heart. He's...reluctant to procure the actual paper. He does not have the proper materials to properly safeguard it here... also he's quite sure he's mentioned this will to Robin before?
..... "Would you like me to recite it to you as we walk?" What do you need? I will strive to fulfill it.