Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
As soon as Iris moved, Micah (who had been watching her out of his peripheral vision) moved too. He walked over to the side of her bed, and he was ever the perfect doctor. It was easier for him to concentrate on her pulse, the possibility of fever, the level of movement in her fingers and forearm, and so he touched here and there with a detached aura and fingers that were entirely medical. He could panic and worry when they were away from here, when they'd gotten her and James somewhere safe, away from the fighting.
He didn't know Will, but it was Micah's tendency (and Watson's) to gravitate toward a leader, rather than being one himself, and revolutionary France didn't change that. He looked at the unknown man, and he held out his hand for the other man to shake. "Micah. Thanks for bringing her in. And I think you're right. We need to take advantage of the light and get away from the center of town. The fighting is bound to lessen in the rural areas."