Jason meets her searching gaze with a miserable one of his own. Maybe it's stupid - she's already seen him lower than most, delivered him from the ground with her own two hands, but there's something extra humiliating about being found on his back, flung there by an unseen enemy.
"I'm okay," he replies, assessing the damage even as he says it, his fingers spread wide across his chest. "Should have a bruise the size of a cannon ball. Eden." He wraps his fingers around her tiny wrist, remembering at the last to be gentle. "Something's here, you gotta get out of here."
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Date: 2011-09-16 06:24 am (UTC)"I'm okay," he replies, assessing the damage even as he says it, his fingers spread wide across his chest. "Should have a bruise the size of a cannon ball. Eden." He wraps his fingers around her tiny wrist, remembering at the last to be gentle. "Something's here, you gotta get out of here."