[There's warmth in her touch; he can feel that much, even through the fabric and blood. But confusion settles in again, because what can a girl like her do? What is she able to do, other than get up and search for help, find an emergency supply of blue blood somewhere (he knows the probability of that is unlikely; that such a thing is not so easily taken casually off of the street), but instead she's just touching him.
And yet, in the whirlwind of emotion dredging up anxiety and fear, it's a grounding feeling. Almost comforting, even if it comes from only a stranger. To have been bleeding out here alone in the alleyway would've been far worse, somehow. Company is better, if he must fade away like this.
Connor closes his eyes, and feels a strange warmth crawling through his system.
He isn't sure what it is. Diagnostics can't determine exactly where this energy is coming from, but the warnings in his system... slow. The numbers cycle through endlessly, inexplicably, and he hardly knows what to make of it.]
Yes, it's-
[Absently, Connor reaches up with his hand, grasping lightly at her wrist.]
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And yet, in the whirlwind of emotion dredging up anxiety and fear, it's a grounding feeling. Almost comforting, even if it comes from only a stranger. To have been bleeding out here alone in the alleyway would've been far worse, somehow. Company is better, if he must fade away like this.
Connor closes his eyes, and feels a strange warmth crawling through his system.
He isn't sure what it is. Diagnostics can't determine exactly where this energy is coming from, but the warnings in his system... slow. The numbers cycle through endlessly, inexplicably, and he hardly knows what to make of it.]
Yes, it's-
[Absently, Connor reaches up with his hand, grasping lightly at her wrist.]
It feels... warm.