It's tricky, dealing with non-monsters, sometimes.
When a monster dies, it's clear: they fall apart into tiny bits of memory, a pile of dust to scatter on the things they loved. Death follows a time of unresponsive, quiet stillness - or comes abruptly from terrible accidents, or terrible actions.
But people can be still and quiet when they're asleep, monsters or no; it's not like every unconscious person seems dead on sight. It's that shock of red that presses him to sudden fear, the way it stands out across her; he's seen enough human media to break out in cold sweat.
"Uhhhhh... Okay, I'm sure you're... worn out, from, being captured, so, I will give you a lift. To... somebody who knows what to do, to help you stop leaking."
He reaches out to scoop her up, and remembers as he gets an arm under her; heartbeats are a thing that only living people have. Hers still happening, right?
a very alarming sight, even when things aren't that bad
When a monster dies, it's clear: they fall apart into tiny bits of memory, a pile of dust to scatter on the things they loved. Death follows a time of unresponsive, quiet stillness - or comes abruptly from terrible accidents, or terrible actions.
But people can be still and quiet when they're asleep, monsters or no; it's not like every unconscious person seems dead on sight. It's that shock of red that presses him to sudden fear, the way it stands out across her; he's seen enough human media to break out in cold sweat.
"Uhhhhh... Okay, I'm sure you're... worn out, from, being captured, so, I will give you a lift. To... somebody who knows what to do, to help you stop leaking."
He reaches out to scoop her up, and remembers as he gets an arm under her; heartbeats are a thing that only living people have. Hers still happening, right?