Finding Nemo, err, Asuka! [Closed]

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Character(s): The Prince, B. Jenet, Asuka, Auron
Content: Jenet and The Prince go to look for Asuka who is omgwounded.
Setting: Somewhere near Vanaheim gate.
Time: Wednesday, Late Morning
Warnings: Asuka is bleeding! Oh noes!

The Prince was dismayed. Auron's sudden departure had shaken him. He knew that Auron had probably had important things to attend to, but The Prince was still sad to see him go. The Prince and Jenet had continued to make their way toward Actua Are, when Jenet received a message from a girl named Asuka. He had perked right back up again at the prospect of meeting someone new. She had seemed very nice, and he couldn't wait to meet her.

But, it appeared that her arm was broken. He wished he had thought to bring some tape or some glue so he could put it back together. The Prince was constantly running forward a few paces, before swinging back into step with Jenet, anxious to find Asuka. They were making their way steadily towards the gate, where Asuka had told them she would be.

He put his hand against his forehead to block out the non-existent sun. Mostly, he just wanted to look like he was trying very hard to find Asuka. Which he was, of course, but looking around with his hand against his forehead was sure to make him extra alert. At least, so he thought. Then, he came to a sudden realization. "Queen Jenet, what does this Asuka look like?"

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Working as quickly and methodically as he could, Auron unwound the bandages, glad of his pristine poker face and the collar that hid most of his expression. All at once impressed with her grit for handling such painful injuries and saddened that such a young girl was wounded so, he busied himself with his duties. The barest shift of eyebrows as he looked up at her was the only clue that he'd heard and acknowledged her response and question. "From a place called Spira." He was doubtful that she'd heard of it. "I gather you're not from Paixao, either."

Going about his business, he readjusted the bandages, trying as such to use the clean sections as much as possible, as to not redistribute anything unsavory that had been collected on the bloodstained parts. He'd feel much better once they were all inside the hotel and he could see to this much more thoroughly. There was bound to be some sort of medic or healer at the Actua Are, and if not, he could always ask around. Securing the ends with a sturdy knot, he surveyed his handiwork with a soft grunt. "Those will hold until we get to the hotel. Can you walk?" He looked her over, unable to discern if she was pale from her injuries, or if the fire-red of her hair made her seem that way. She'd said her head was hurting her as well, so maybe it would be on the safer side to just carry her. Tugging on his collar in thought, Auron cocked his head. "Maybe it would be better if I just carried you." He grunted again, making a noise that could have passed for an amused chuckle were he anyone else. "I don't need you slowing us down." Of course it was just a joke, but then again, Auron's sense of humor was stranger than most.