He heard footsteps fleeing, assuming they belonged to the servants going to fetch their msitress. Ruli unbuckled as fast as his fingers would let him, his knees digging into the hard floor beneath him as he yanked off pauldrons and cuirass, patting Kire down to find anything, any wound that bled or still burned. Aside from the back burn on her arm that made him wince, he couldn't find anything.
"Ruli?"
He looked up sharply, blue eyes wide, and froze as he beheld Elva. No doubt this was very unexpected for her, but it wasn't as if he'd been prepared either. "I don't-" He started, then scrambled back as Elva fell over Kire to continue his work, looking for injury. Ruli stood and backed against the nearest wall, out of the way, as Elva barked her orders and her servants swooped in to move Kire onto a stretcher and carry her away. Alright, so Elva was at least a little more prepared than he'd been. He ran his hands over his hair, which fell long enough now to be pulled into a tail, which he wore mostly to avoid the wind matting and knotting his hair. As Kire was led out of the room, Elva and the others followed, Ruli was torn. Stay where he was, out of the way? Or follow and see if she'd wake.
Deciding on the latter, he crept after them, the drafts of the hallway still tickling his skin as he tiptoed after them. Be put himself in another corner, concerned, but knowing better than to insert himself. He stared at the burn on Kire's arm as it was treated, his own chest, the burn scar that lingered upon it, burning as if in response.
"I don't know." Ruli said dumbly when Elva turned her attention onto him. It was no answer, he knew that, and reminded himself that Elva was Kire's family, and needed answers. "I -I don't, I'm sorry. I was at home, in my world, and she just ... out of no where, and suddenly we were back here, surrounded by who I presume to be Geminis." He swallowed, meeting Elva's gaze. "Do you want me to go back?" He asked, as a servant approached and handed him boots and a coat. Ruli only held them, still watching Elva. "I could find out. Is, is Ed with them? Out there?"
"Ruli?"
He looked up sharply, blue eyes wide, and froze as he beheld Elva. No doubt this was very unexpected for her, but it wasn't as if he'd been prepared either. "I don't-" He started, then scrambled back as Elva fell over Kire to continue his work, looking for injury. Ruli stood and backed against the nearest wall, out of the way, as Elva barked her orders and her servants swooped in to move Kire onto a stretcher and carry her away. Alright, so Elva was at least a little more prepared than he'd been. He ran his hands over his hair, which fell long enough now to be pulled into a tail, which he wore mostly to avoid the wind matting and knotting his hair. As Kire was led out of the room, Elva and the others followed, Ruli was torn. Stay where he was, out of the way? Or follow and see if she'd wake.
Deciding on the latter, he crept after them, the drafts of the hallway still tickling his skin as he tiptoed after them. Be put himself in another corner, concerned, but knowing better than to insert himself. He stared at the burn on Kire's arm as it was treated, his own chest, the burn scar that lingered upon it, burning as if in response.
"I don't know." Ruli said dumbly when Elva turned her attention onto him. It was no answer, he knew that, and reminded himself that Elva was Kire's family, and needed answers. "I -I don't, I'm sorry. I was at home, in my world, and she just ... out of no where, and suddenly we were back here, surrounded by who I presume to be Geminis." He swallowed, meeting Elva's gaze. "Do you want me to go back?" He asked, as a servant approached and handed him boots and a coat. Ruli only held them, still watching Elva. "I could find out. Is, is Ed with them? Out there?"