Re: Hannah/Sinjir
"No shit," Sinjir said. His voice was weak, little more than a groan. He retrieved his fallen blaster, clumsily holstering it with his off hand. He pulled his coat around him, wincing at a fresh pulse of blood that poured out over his arm. Pain lanced sharply through him. If he survived another encounter with the slasher, Sinjir thought, then Kaz himself would likely kill him.
He slipped his good arm around the elf's shoulders, hitching himself up to stand as best he could. The adrenaline that had flooded his system retreated in a violent wave, leaving him staggered and sick. His knees threatened to give, but Hannah was close, and held him up easily.
"Liri wants to save her," he said, once his breath had returned to him. He let Hannah lead him, their slow steps quiet in the corridors. "I don't think that's gonna happen."