[ He looks bad - bad enough that her heart drops for a moment when she gets her first proper look at hinm - but then he breathes. Breathes, and has the gall to make a joke about it. At least he's not dead. Rouge is evenly split between being gravely concerned for him and being pissed that he got the both of them hurt for no reason. ]
Record time for a screw-up! What's the big idea, rushing in like that? You're lucky I'm a professional!
[ it seems Shadow's guess about her response wasn't entirely off the mark - just that her reproach is less boastful and more upset. But as she closes the distance between them and crouches next to him, the concerned half of her starts outweighing the angry half, her irritation simmering down quickly. The sight of his injury and the metallic tang of blood makes her muzzle wrinkle. She's not exactly great at first aid, and especially not on a half-alien lab experiment (even if he's her half-alien lab experiment), so her hands hover awkwardly for a moment over the spike before dropping to her sides again. Common sense says he shouldn't move without something serious to staunch the blood; on the other hand, maybe he can't start regenerating as long as that piece of rubble's spearing him? ]
You really did it this time. [ she pauses, hesitating, before continuing, her ears planing just slightly. Ugh. The only thing worse than not knowing what to do is letting other people know she doesn't know, but... It's Shadow. It's fine. ] ... What can I do?
[ "Will you be okay?" is something she refuses to ask. He better be. ]
u may regret this (thank you)
Record time for a screw-up! What's the big idea, rushing in like that? You're lucky I'm a professional!
[ it seems Shadow's guess about her response wasn't entirely off the mark - just that her reproach is less boastful and more upset. But as she closes the distance between them and crouches next to him, the concerned half of her starts outweighing the angry half, her irritation simmering down quickly. The sight of his injury and the metallic tang of blood makes her muzzle wrinkle. She's not exactly great at first aid, and especially not on a half-alien lab experiment (even if he's her half-alien lab experiment), so her hands hover awkwardly for a moment over the spike before dropping to her sides again. Common sense says he shouldn't move without something serious to staunch the blood; on the other hand, maybe he can't start regenerating as long as that piece of rubble's spearing him? ]
You really did it this time. [ she pauses, hesitating, before continuing, her ears planing just slightly. Ugh. The only thing worse than not knowing what to do is letting other people know she doesn't know, but... It's Shadow. It's fine. ] ... What can I do?
[ "Will you be okay?" is something she refuses to ask. He better be. ]