[He doesn't immediately answer her question, leading her down a slope, which takes them to a small creek. He spots a rocky outcrop which should reasonably shield them from sight, which he pulls her under, and crouches low, listening to the confusion of the soldiers. None seem to be heading in their direction for the time being.]
Fine. [He says, breathing hard from the adrenaline and fighting more than the short run. He puts a hand to his abdomen, finding it streaked with blood, but he's sure it's a shallow wound.
He hopes.]
Are you? [He turns to look at her then, trying not to stare too much at her strange hair colour but unable to help himself.] Um-- did they hurt you?
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Fine. [He says, breathing hard from the adrenaline and fighting more than the short run. He puts a hand to his abdomen, finding it streaked with blood, but he's sure it's a shallow wound.
He hopes.]
Are you? [He turns to look at her then, trying not to stare too much at her strange hair colour but unable to help himself.] Um-- did they hurt you?