Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Micah reassured himself that Iris was resting comfortably, and then he'd taken both of James' hands in his own. "We need to get you some clean clothes," he'd told her. He knew perfectly well that wasn't going to be enough, but it was a start, and it would (hopefully) calm her. "Then, we'll go looking for whoever you've lost, si?" He looked at the men when he said it.
He didn't know Will or Russell, but both men had helped get Iris here, and he was thankful in a way he couldn't express with words, so he trusted them to find whoever James needed found. Jonathan, also, had stuck around instead of fleeing and hiding, and Micah had decided that despite Watson's distrust of the man's tale, he (Micah) trusted him. Badly done, my boy.
He led James over to where the nurses took their breaks, and he smiled a dimpled smile at one of them and asked her to get James dressed appropriately. Whether it was all the work he'd done the night before or the dimples, Micah didn't know, but the woman held a simple dress and apron out to James and offered to show her to the showers.
"We're going to need to find some permanent shelter, once Iris wakes up," he told the others.