Your muse finds mine, broken and bleeding, with no recollection of how they got in their condition. How does your muse react?
{ Normally, she would protest. Normally, she’d bat his hand away and wrinkle her nose. Now, however, she doesn’t have the energy to be stubborn. Everything hurts. There is blood. There is blood and she can’t remember how or why or who. The one thing she refuses to do is cry, though tears well up in the corners of her eyes. She can fight them. She’s strong enough to do that. She remains silent, nodding only once as she makes an attempt to pick herself up off of the ground. A futile one, at that. }
{ He wants to see her smirk, See the look in her eye that could kill, but is so her that it hurts. The hunter just wants to know the girl can be okay. A thumb flicks over her cheek bone, trying to be calming in a situation that is so far out of anyone's control that the man can't quite see a suitable end to it all. Watching her struggle, Thomas slides one arm under her knees as the other slides behind her shoulders to cradle her neck (Its unintentional if he whispers " Shhh...I've got you. " to keep her calm.) before he moves to stand. }
" My place'll be safe. They won't get you again, darlin'. Not if I 'ave any say. "