Eventually, he's able to speak again. Though since there isn't a real reason to give, he shrugs a bit helplessly against her. "The unknown."
It's ludicrous—they're both seasoned, well-traveled soldiers. And they're literally jumping here at shadows.
He releases a loud exhalation that was either a laugh or… or the reason he then broke away to turn slightly from her and hastily wipe his eyes. Before she can speak, he turns back to her, eyes still a bit averted but seeming now more sheepish than panicked. Those eyes also belatedly sweep the room, then fix on her in some dismay, realizing where they are.
"I'm sorry for barging in… I'll see you in bed whenever you're done." He unthinkingly reaches for her hand to squeeze it—which turns into a surprised jolt and grabbing her hand to look— "Are you bleeding—?"
Then realizing. His expression changes again to something not quite embarrassed but at least warm. "…Oh… yes. —Here." He sits more upright, eyes sweeping the room. Though he hadn't properly inventoried this cabin, he has examined others, and so knows what is provided and what isn't, what he's seeking… There. Mentally thanking whoever did provide these cabins with some furnishings. Still keeping hold of her hand, he reaches up, with an impressive stretch of his arm and back, to turn on the tap, and grab hold of the small towel he'd located to hold under the water.
The non sequiteur flashes in his mind—in addition to running water from the river—which he also remembers could be heated, if that hadn't been the best option earlier because it would have taken much more time to heat the furnace then the tank—he knew the houses are equipped for electricity; but there's no source. The strategic brain, having been dormant for a while, is suddenly glad to have a project and starts recusing itself from the rest of his mind, drawing up plans for setting up wind turbines.
It's the first proactive thought he's had about this place. Trying to add to it. Long-term.
No wonder. It's suddenly become a place he's grateful to be in and wants to protect.
He switches off the water and brings the cloth back down. Taking her hand into his lap (appropriately—shut up) he begins methodically to wipe it off.
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It's ludicrous—they're both seasoned, well-traveled soldiers. And they're literally jumping here at shadows.
He releases a loud exhalation that was either a laugh or… or the reason he then broke away to turn slightly from her and hastily wipe his eyes. Before she can speak, he turns back to her, eyes still a bit averted but seeming now more sheepish than panicked. Those eyes also belatedly sweep the room, then fix on her in some dismay, realizing where they are.
"I'm sorry for barging in… I'll see you in bed whenever you're done." He unthinkingly reaches for her hand to squeeze it—which turns into a surprised jolt and grabbing her hand to look— "Are you bleeding—?"
Then realizing. His expression changes again to something not quite embarrassed but at least warm. "…Oh… yes. —Here." He sits more upright, eyes sweeping the room. Though he hadn't properly inventoried this cabin, he has examined others, and so knows what is provided and what isn't, what he's seeking… There. Mentally thanking whoever did provide these cabins with some furnishings. Still keeping hold of her hand, he reaches up, with an impressive stretch of his arm and back, to turn on the tap, and grab hold of the small towel he'd located to hold under the water.
The non sequiteur flashes in his mind—in addition to running water from the river—which he also remembers could be heated, if that hadn't been the best option earlier because it would have taken much more time to heat the furnace then the tank—he knew the houses are equipped for electricity; but there's no source. The strategic brain, having been dormant for a while, is suddenly glad to have a project and starts recusing itself from the rest of his mind, drawing up plans for setting up wind turbines.
It's the first proactive thought he's had about this place. Trying to add to it. Long-term.
No wonder. It's suddenly become a place he's grateful to be in and wants to protect.
He switches off the water and brings the cloth back down. Taking her hand into his lap (appropriately—shut up) he begins methodically to wipe it off.