[ he's not sure of the extent of the attack to know how vital his presence could have been, of just how many people were even involved in the fighting in the first place, but at the very least, he could have tried to prevent this, keep marta herself from getting involved in it. he'd promised her, after all, before they ended up in scorpion's bend that she'd be alright in this mission. hard to assure her of that if she'd nearly gotten killed out there. ]
Yeah, she ... would. [ hearing that andy's the source of the blood is a strange kind of relief, but it's only because he's seen for himself the kind of way that she self-repairs, having held her lifeless in his arms once, wound to the neck fatal to the point that even in kovacs' own world, there'd be no coming back from that. but he'd seen her get right back up, his own arms and clothes covered in her blood the same way marta's are right now, perfectly intact like the damage had never been there at all.
but even if andy's health isn't too much of a concern, he can see that marta's still plenty shaken from it all, and he nods turning on his heel to peer around the room, too small to provide anything comfortable aside from the bed itself, holding out an arm to gesture her to it. ]
Yeah, come on. [ rather than immediately follow, he instead goes to a corner of the room where a small stand holds a bowl filled with water, prepped there daily by the saloon workers as a means for him to wash his face in the morning. right now, he takes the cloth at its side, dipping it into the water. ] You get hurt anywhere else besides that cut?
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Yeah, she ... would. [ hearing that andy's the source of the blood is a strange kind of relief, but it's only because he's seen for himself the kind of way that she self-repairs, having held her lifeless in his arms once, wound to the neck fatal to the point that even in kovacs' own world, there'd be no coming back from that. but he'd seen her get right back up, his own arms and clothes covered in her blood the same way marta's are right now, perfectly intact like the damage had never been there at all.
but even if andy's health isn't too much of a concern, he can see that marta's still plenty shaken from it all, and he nods turning on his heel to peer around the room, too small to provide anything comfortable aside from the bed itself, holding out an arm to gesture her to it. ]
Yeah, come on. [ rather than immediately follow, he instead goes to a corner of the room where a small stand holds a bowl filled with water, prepped there daily by the saloon workers as a means for him to wash his face in the morning. right now, he takes the cloth at its side, dipping it into the water. ] You get hurt anywhere else besides that cut?