You’re hot and you’re cold
Well for starters, he wouldn’t have to listen to her wavering
between sincerity and sarcasm. At points it became hard to
tell the two apart, and no doubt his own rebuttals were becoming
blurred as to which there were as well.
You’re yes and you’re no
“I never said anything about dying.
I just said go on ahead. As in, it
would be very much appreciated
were you to later return with, say,
some gels or someone that can use
healing artes, as, in my exhausted
state, I cannot currently do so.”
You’re up and you’re down
Were his hand not covered in blood he’d be rubbing his temples,
as Rose was enough to give him a headache had he not already
had one from battle. Annoyingly—extremely annoyingly—she’d
fared far better.
You’re—whatever the rest of that song was
“So go on then, shoo. Unless you truly
feel like merely waiting here as I bleed
out. It’ll be far from exciting, I promise.
And hardly a proper use of time either, I’d think.”
"Don't even try to act all high and mighty. Your- albeit brief- howl of pain could have awoken the dead." It's not even that vital of an area. "Now, in the words of a wise man, stop talking. Talking makes you die." Rose looked around before getting up to retrieve her side bag. Please, please, please...
As she walked back to her bleeding comrade, she searched through the contents of the small bag, the sound of glass bottles clinking together as she rummaged through it. A small "ah-ha" escaped her when she found the one she was looking for. "I only have two more of these with me, so try not to get hurt again."
Uncorking the bottle, Rose poured its contents on his wound, the dark blue liquid evaporating upon contact with Hubert's blood. "Give it a minute. It'll heal right up if you give it time, just don't move too much." Healing Fog worked quickly, but its effects could easily be reversed if one wasn't careful. In battle, they just threw the liquid in the air, showering them with the thick liquid. There was no time to sufficiently nurse such wounds.