[Nope. That's definitely not the direction he thought this conversation was heading. Her case is apparently weirder than Ozpin's, lingering behind as--what, a ghost? Like the ones from those ruins? Rather than reincarnating over and over into new bodies. All of those could bleed, though. All of them could die. It's what made the transition period after the fall of Beacon so difficult, waiting for him to resurface in a new host.
It's just a dream, he tries to tell himself, but he feels less convinced of that right at this moment. He sighs as she presents her bleeding hands to him, closes his eyes for a moment. With nothing else on his person to use, he rips off a couple strips from the bottom of his shirt, and grasps her nearest hand to begin wrapping.]
Hold still. You don't want to risk an infection on top of everything.
[Once he's done wrapping, he offers his own hand again to help her up, hoping she'll take it this time.]
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It's just a dream, he tries to tell himself, but he feels less convinced of that right at this moment. He sighs as she presents her bleeding hands to him, closes his eyes for a moment. With nothing else on his person to use, he rips off a couple strips from the bottom of his shirt, and grasps her nearest hand to begin wrapping.]
Hold still. You don't want to risk an infection on top of everything.
[Once he's done wrapping, he offers his own hand again to help her up, hoping she'll take it this time.]