[It is worrying, the state of things. Gongenzaka sits for some time outside the tent, looking rather like some strange guardian beast with his arms crossed sternly over a now bloodied shirt. (He did not carry the boy on his back after all, as much as the idea could have been there. That would have been dangerous, he was certain.)
But the fact that others are getting shot at-chased after, hunted down...he wonders-or perhaps even assumes-that Steven and Peridot may not be the only one to have experienced such an encounter.
He is patient, however. Waiting until Zecora approves visitors, briefly raising a hand to stop anyone from going in too early-but once he is allowed in he all but jumps to his feet, hoofs clopping in a way not unlike his old geta as he enters.]
....How do you feel? [He finds himself asking, despite knowing that the answer cannot be good. Physically, there may be very little now that Zecora is done of course. But otherwise?
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But the fact that others are getting shot at-chased after, hunted down...he wonders-or perhaps even assumes-that Steven and Peridot may not be the only one to have experienced such an encounter.
He is patient, however. Waiting until Zecora approves visitors, briefly raising a hand to stop anyone from going in too early-but once he is allowed in he all but jumps to his feet, hoofs clopping in a way not unlike his old geta as he enters.]
....How do you feel? [He finds himself asking, despite knowing that the answer cannot be good. Physically, there may be very little now that Zecora is done of course. But otherwise?
He can't imagine anything else but 'horrible'.]