[ There's a little frown at the bloody nose, concern flitting her expression for a moment — but he doesn't seem bothered by it, so she doesn't ask. It doesn't look broken, which is enough. It's something they can circle back to later if given the opportunity.
So he beelines for the bathroom, and she stays out on the hallway for a moment to from one end of the hallway to another ( unsheathe her sword in the process, before her form relaxes and her shoulders straighten out again ). It's still quiet — almost disconcertingly so — despite all the commotion that was raised. She hauls the limp body back into the room before returning back inside and shutting the door behind her. Blocking the light from the hallway makes the entire room a shade darker, but the curtains are drawn back and it feels — well, it feels safer like this. One more barrier in case anyone tries to bolt that shouldn't.
Lucina's coming up behind him as she hears a whimper and the rustling of fabric — it really is dark, she can barely make out the shape of the body inside except for the lines, but it does seem to be nodding. Frantically. Y-yeah, to Marc, voice tight and a little frantic. Yeah. I— the power went out but I was sleeping but they got in somehow and— ]
You're alright. [ From just beyond the doorway. The bathroom's already crowded with two, she really doesn't need to be a third — but she tries for a smile in the hopes that they can see. Puts on a voice that sounds less like a fighter and more like an authority figure, reassuring and comforting in a way that offers no room for argument. ] We'll make sure of it.
... Though perhaps you should consider finding arrangements elsewhere. [ Not that she expects everyone to have that kind of luxury ( she's sleeping in a car as her 'alternative', she's in no place to talk ). But ... you know, just an option. ]
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So he beelines for the bathroom, and she stays out on the hallway for a moment to from one end of the hallway to another ( unsheathe her sword in the process, before her form relaxes and her shoulders straighten out again ). It's still quiet — almost disconcertingly so — despite all the commotion that was raised. She hauls the limp body back into the room before returning back inside and shutting the door behind her. Blocking the light from the hallway makes the entire room a shade darker, but the curtains are drawn back and it feels — well, it feels safer like this. One more barrier in case anyone tries to bolt that shouldn't.
Lucina's coming up behind him as she hears a whimper and the rustling of fabric — it really is dark, she can barely make out the shape of the body inside except for the lines, but it does seem to be nodding. Frantically. Y-yeah, to Marc, voice tight and a little frantic. Yeah. I— the power went out but I was sleeping but they got in somehow and— ]
You're alright. [ From just beyond the doorway. The bathroom's already crowded with two, she really doesn't need to be a third — but she tries for a smile in the hopes that they can see. Puts on a voice that sounds less like a fighter and more like an authority figure, reassuring and comforting in a way that offers no room for argument. ] We'll make sure of it.
... Though perhaps you should consider finding arrangements elsewhere. [ Not that she expects everyone to have that kind of luxury ( she's sleeping in a car as her 'alternative', she's in no place to talk ). But ... you know, just an option. ]