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Allana Solo (sanguinesolo) wrote in wariscoming,

Kon actually to be aware enough to recognize her voice and Allana exhaled in relief as he settled back onto the bed, where they’d placed him earlier, of his own volition. A combination of her, Cade, and Clark would have been enough to subdue the other teenager if he were still delirious and hell-bent on getting up before he was ready, but the idea of freaking him out even more wasn’t an appealing one and, besides, if he was cognizant of his surroundings it was a good sign that the healing had taken. Cade was pretty much the best healer in Lawrence and Allana didn’t doubt her cousin’s skills, but Kon apparently had some whole cryptic ‘potential science experiment’ thing going on and some small corner of her brain had worried that it somehow included being Force-resistant. She realized, abruptly, that her hand was still on his shoulder and that she was staring at him with her brow furrowed, looking for some signs of a second wave of sneaky killik poison, and she snatched her hand back quickly before straightening from her crouch to take a seat on the edge of the bed. “You’re in one of the guest bedrooms at my cousin’s place,” she reminded him in response to his confused muttering and glances around the room. She was about to go on but his voice got stronger and she paused to listen to what she could make out of said muttering:

"You carried me here?...Could be shot and still unaffected"

“Yes,” she deadpanned, “I threw your giant killik-poisoned self over my shoulder and took a leisurely stroll through bug-infested Lawrence because I figured, you know, what’s the hurry? You were only unconscious and possibly no longer breathing. Because, you know, guns don’t hurt you so clearly this entirely unrelated injury and poison was nothing to worry about at all. That makes so much sense don’t you think? Oh wait, that was apparently your actual logic.” Her tone had steadily strayed away from deadpan as the sarcasm ramped up and by the time she had reached her conclusion she was sitting ramrod straight with her arms crossed, glaring down at him.