[It is unfortunate nearly all of his weight leans against her simply because he does not want to coat her in blood (which he is not quite acknowledging as his own again, because that tends to both make him want to vomit and go to sleep.) He uses his good arm to hold onto her shoulder, ending up in the most awkward and sticky half-embrace he's ever been found in.]
Is it? It feels... [He's already shivering a bit.] Cold.
[Somewhere in the very back of his mind, he recognizes that may also be a bad thing. Ciri certainly, in comparison to his own clammy skin, is blazing hot; a star, a sun. He holds onto her with what strength he has, which is trickling out about the same rate as his blood. Stay with her. Yes. He's here. On his feet all of a sudden. He's lost the seconds between being near the sand, and standing.
He can't quite tell what it is. Why he's fading so quickly. It's not always like this, is it? His body feels as if stones have been tied to every extremity. Eventually he's simply holding onto her by digging his nails into her skin, not even fully realizing it.]
Oh. That explains the sounds. [Mules. They'd brought mules with them here. It's even getting hard to talk. Between his breaths that are far too shallow, the energy for it is simply... not there.
Another bad sign. Jaskier has never been quiet during his injuries.
Injuries. That reminds him -- the smallest moment of clarity, as she maneuvers him near their pack mules.] You're not hurt?
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Is it? It feels... [He's already shivering a bit.] Cold.
[Somewhere in the very back of his mind, he recognizes that may also be a bad thing. Ciri certainly, in comparison to his own clammy skin, is blazing hot; a star, a sun. He holds onto her with what strength he has, which is trickling out about the same rate as his blood. Stay with her. Yes. He's here. On his feet all of a sudden. He's lost the seconds between being near the sand, and standing.
He can't quite tell what it is. Why he's fading so quickly. It's not always like this, is it? His body feels as if stones have been tied to every extremity. Eventually he's simply holding onto her by digging his nails into her skin, not even fully realizing it.]
Oh. That explains the sounds. [Mules. They'd brought mules with them here. It's even getting hard to talk. Between his breaths that are far too shallow, the energy for it is simply... not there.
Another bad sign. Jaskier has never been quiet during his injuries.
Injuries. That reminds him -- the smallest moment of clarity, as she maneuvers him near their pack mules.] You're not hurt?