Her vital signs are the same as any animal's, and he can read them just as well for what they are - the shift means she's supposed to be opening her eyes, now, coming to. But she seems almost to be willfully refusing, an action so baffling and backwards that he can only imagine it must be another of those self-destructive human tendencies he'll never figure out. As if he'd ever want to.
Or- On second thought, maybe it's something more than that. He's admitted before that he doesn't know for certain the intricacies of human life, and putting it that way is still rather generous.
He lets go of her shoulder, pale, ocher-veined hand withdrawing - a second or two before an arm slides underneath her, callously intrusive, and then the other hooks behind her knees, and he lifts her bodily off the floor. Cold-blooded creatures and delicate-petaled flowers fair better in pure sunlight; if the rough (but not completely careless) treatment doesn't wake her, perhaps a few hours of warming over in the patches of brilliant, concentrated light that shine down through the solid canopy above the dark heart of the wood might do the trick. ]
the ladies love my inability to conform
[ Well, that's a problem.
Her vital signs are the same as any animal's, and he can read them just as well for what they are - the shift means she's supposed to be opening her eyes, now, coming to. But she seems almost to be willfully refusing, an action so baffling and backwards that he can only imagine it must be another of those self-destructive human tendencies he'll never figure out. As if he'd ever want to.
Or- On second thought, maybe it's something more than that. He's admitted before that he doesn't know for certain the intricacies of human life, and putting it that way is still rather generous.
He lets go of her shoulder, pale, ocher-veined hand withdrawing - a second or two before an arm slides underneath her, callously intrusive, and then the other hooks behind her knees, and he lifts her bodily off the floor. Cold-blooded creatures and delicate-petaled flowers fair better in pure sunlight; if the rough (but not completely careless) treatment doesn't wake her, perhaps a few hours of warming over in the patches of brilliant, concentrated light that shine down through the solid canopy above the dark heart of the wood might do the trick. ]