As soon as Max was done questioning Krista, the blonde looked up towards Marianne, who had laid Krista's head on her lap sometime during the whole process. "Thank you." She nodded towards the French beauty, wanting to show her appreciation, even if it wasn't much. It was all proving too much for Krista at that moment though, Marianne eventually left to discuss something in private, Max had gone off to investigate like the others, Davis was moping somewhere and Krista was just lying there like a useless ragdoll. She frowned, grasping the closest thing nearby to help herself up. Her fingers curled into Lucas's shirt, grabbing his attention.
Lucas took hold of Krista's hand, slowly guiding her up back onto her feet. "It's time to get you to an actual bed. You'll need all the rest you can get before..." his voice trailed off, and Krista nodded in agreement. "Do you need me to carry you or...?"
At Lucas's open question, her cheeks heated up, bringing colour to the once pale face. "Wh-what?! N-no! I can walk." She took a step forward to prove it, only to stumble. Lucas quickly took a hold of her arm, giving her a pointed look. "I guess I do need a little help..." She looked back down at her feet, eyebrows furrowing. When did that...?
They took a couple more steps forward, until Lucas halted, forcing Krista to stop as well. When she followed his gaze, she noticed something glinting inside the caves under the low light. Looking back at Krista, he let go of her waist just long enough to walk over and pick up the glinting object.
"Huh... this looks brand new." He muttered, inspecting the knife.
"Clue acquired!"
Well... it was something at least. Lucas pocketed the knife to check out later when he had better lighting. He returned to Krista, his arm snaking around her waist again as she pressed herself to his side for support. The two passed by Shaun at the entrance of the cave, and Krista gave the poor guy a small reassuring smile. There was no point asking if he was okay: nobody was. Mondatta was dead, and the killer was within their group somewhere. Instead, Krista asked something else. "Do you mind coming with Lucas and I to the ER? With the killer lurking around... It's not safe to be alone... I'd like to be more useful to the group but I'm in no condition to bother anyone right now." She gestured to her head with her free arm, wincing slightly at the attempt at a joke.
Lucas took hold of Krista's hand, slowly guiding her up back onto her feet. "It's time to get you to an actual bed. You'll need all the rest you can get before..." his voice trailed off, and Krista nodded in agreement. "Do you need me to carry you or...?"
At Lucas's open question, her cheeks heated up, bringing colour to the once pale face. "Wh-what?! N-no! I can walk." She took a step forward to prove it, only to stumble. Lucas quickly took a hold of her arm, giving her a pointed look. "I guess I do need a little help..." She looked back down at her feet, eyebrows furrowing. When did that...?
They took a couple more steps forward, until Lucas halted, forcing Krista to stop as well. When she followed his gaze, she noticed something glinting inside the caves under the low light. Looking back at Krista, he let go of her waist just long enough to walk over and pick up the glinting object.
"Huh... this looks brand new." He muttered, inspecting the knife.
"Clue acquired!"
Well... it was something at least. Lucas pocketed the knife to check out later when he had better lighting. He returned to Krista, his arm snaking around her waist again as she pressed herself to his side for support. The two passed by Shaun at the entrance of the cave, and Krista gave the poor guy a small reassuring smile. There was no point asking if he was okay: nobody was. Mondatta was dead, and the killer was within their group somewhere. Instead, Krista asked something else. "Do you mind coming with Lucas and I to the ER? With the killer lurking around... It's not safe to be alone... I'd like to be more useful to the group but I'm in no condition to bother anyone right now." She gestured to her head with her free arm, wincing slightly at the attempt at a joke.