[Physical strength is not something Varian exactly has in spades, but he takes both her hands in his own and tries to be solid support so she can get to her feet, while also being careful not to further harm her.]
They're still not on our trail, I guess. [He murmurs at the cry.] That's good, it'll give us a little time.
[With Varian's help she manages to find her legs, which thankfully WEREN'T injured in her scuffle with the possessed automatons. Moving around with her injuries isn't the most fun experience ever, but at least she CAN move, and they need to get out of there, fast.
Piper wants to stop to ask if he'd managed to find anything useful, before they leave and- more likely than not -lose any chance to grab said spoils, but just sitting up had made the room spin, and she thinks better of trying to talk again just yet.
She does manage to dig hastily into a pocket on the inside of her cloak, ignoring the pain as she drags out a small sack. Upon opening it her hand disappears inside for a brief moment, and she draws out a small vial of something, which she unstops and drinks from. Shoving the vial back into the folds of her cloak, she tries to think as the nectar begins its work taking off the worst edge of pain. NOW she has enough of her wits about her to attempt speaking, and spares him a glance even as she looks between the door he'd emerged from and the corridor where the angry howling had roughly emanated from.]
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They're still not on our trail, I guess. [He murmurs at the cry.] That's good, it'll give us a little time.
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Piper wants to stop to ask if he'd managed to find anything useful, before they leave and- more likely than not -lose any chance to grab said spoils, but just sitting up had made the room spin, and she thinks better of trying to talk again just yet.
She does manage to dig hastily into a pocket on the inside of her cloak, ignoring the pain as she drags out a small sack. Upon opening it her hand disappears inside for a brief moment, and she draws out a small vial of something, which she unstops and drinks from. Shoving the vial back into the folds of her cloak, she tries to think as the nectar begins its work taking off the worst edge of pain. NOW she has enough of her wits about her to attempt speaking, and spares him a glance even as she looks between the door he'd emerged from and the corridor where the angry howling had roughly emanated from.]
Find anything...?