such knight, much grail. (percival) wrote in forgotten_gods, |
He allowed his gaze to linger on her gunshot wound, frowning slightly at her expression of pain. Seeing people injured was one thing, but being in the presence of an injured woman, a young girl, was something else entirely. Shaking his head clear, Percival met her eyes -- or what he assumed were her eyes, for she was rather small and the dark mask made it difficult to see very much.
"I assure you, the feeling is mutual." Out of instinct, he reached for her shoulder, but didn't allow his fingers to connect. "May I?" If she was going to bleed out on him, he needed to know. Something told him that the girl was too stubborn for her own good, and would likely shrug the wound off like it was nothing.