He had given up on knowing what to expect when the whole thing had gone to hell, and still he was shocked when Audrey slumped against him, riddled with injuries. You had to give Alecta Escalidor credit for ruthlessness, if nothing else; he might have done the same in this situation, but he didn’t know many others who could stomach it.
Still, right at the moment, Audrey was his ally, such as she was, even if she had stuck her nose where it didn’t belong, and even he wasn’t quite cold enough to leave her alone to die here.
He managed to toss off his last pair of dice in Alecta’s direction, though they didn’t hang around long enough to see what they did - if anything. If the councilor died in there, not his problem. He’d have someone check out the building and dispose of the body if necessary sometime later. For now, he gave his attention instead to the woman nearly hanging off of him at this point. “Keep it together, tiny,” he told her gruffly. “Just a fucking flesh wound. Don’t be a pansy.” But he was uncharacteristically gentle as he scooped her up, trying to keep his hands from making contact with any of the injuries she was sporting on her back. “Just need to get you cleaned up, that’s all.”
“I’ll get you dirty,” were the first words that left her mouth the moment he had begun to pick her up. Groans soon took their place as she adjusted to herself to a point of constant, and somewhat less misery. Her face wrinkled up, resting itself against his chest. A pained grin forced its way on her lips. “You’re so mean,” she complained. “You’re always so mean.” It was hard to keep her eyes open, still coughing occasionally. Exhaustion and this overwhelming vertigo had started to kick in as she tried her best to keep a firm grip on reality. “I think,” her words were slurring. “I think I’m going to sleep right now.”