[Bleeding from the nose, a long crimson stream. The telltale sign of overexertion, he knows, but how utterly vexing that it's happened to him because he he'd only broken a few bones in a rat's legs. He hates this. Hates having his powers taken from him yet once more, and yet they still flare up and pretend to be of use, only to wear him out, disappear again, and it is agitating-
And then, in his periphery, the rat is skewered with a spear.
Henry barely registers this new development before Aloy is stooping down to offer her aid. He can't help it; he scoffs before he can rein it in.]
I can walk.
[He says this, perhaps paradoxically, as he raises his hand to grip at her shoulder, trying to heft himself up to his feet. The world spins a little.
Obviously, something about his polite demeanor, visible when they first met, has gone missing during this whole pit adventure.]
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And then, in his periphery, the rat is skewered with a spear.
Henry barely registers this new development before Aloy is stooping down to offer her aid. He can't help it; he scoffs before he can rein it in.]
I can walk.
[He says this, perhaps paradoxically, as he raises his hand to grip at her shoulder, trying to heft himself up to his feet. The world spins a little.
Obviously, something about his polite demeanor, visible when they first met, has gone missing during this whole pit adventure.]