... gods. I'll swing by to check on him, too, though probably not tonight unless you yell for it. I don't want him gettin' too swarmed. [ people like kanda require a certain touch. either you give them space, or you bully them into the ground. ] Gonna be makin' some rounds tonight, I think, between dumpin' Mr. Daan and Hawke into the swamp, and everybody else that nearly got swung down.

[ but he looks up from his hands and... grimaces? it was probably meant to be a smile, once upon a time. ]

We're bleedin' out, and it's not the kinda thing that I can suture.