( he counts down the seconds. watches as the fight drains from her, the knife slipping from her fingers to land in the sand. considers taking it but decides against it.
easing off his grip, he slips fingers against the pulse point in her neck. double-checking. senses more than feels the flutter of her heart, birdlike, at the contact. good. that's good.
gathering her into his arms and then getting to his feet is agonizing. the shoulder's almost certainly going to need to be checked over by an actual medic, but his thoughts are already shifting away from that and toward finding them somewhere to hole up until a shuttle can find them. )
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easing off his grip, he slips fingers against the pulse point in her neck. double-checking. senses more than feels the flutter of her heart, birdlike, at the contact. good. that's good.
gathering her into his arms and then getting to his feet is agonizing. the shoulder's almost certainly going to need to be checked over by an actual medic, but his thoughts are already shifting away from that and toward finding them somewhere to hole up until a shuttle can find them. )