“Okay uh— good. If you’re sure, that is. Not that we have an actual first aid kit.” He mumbled back, still a bit fixed on the blood with an agitated sort of concern. It’s not that he’s squeamish, Llewellyn wasn’t usually the squeamish sort (aside from like... brains in those overly gore focused horror films). It was more that he was used to watching out for injuries that needed patching up, especially when they weren’t his own.
Shaking his head a moment later, he then nodded when he realized he was supposed to be answering a question. “Yep, I met another survivor down the beach...” He paused before gesturing the way he’d come from, almost as though he’d forgotten which way he’d walked. “That way. We agreed to split up and see if we could find more people?”
And look at that, Magda counted as people. That was one more person for the list of ‘people who didn’t wind up dead in the ocean.’
The question on his name gets a small start, right... Right. Not a hard one, kid. “Oh, I’m Llewellyn? Llewellyn Watts.” He rubbed the back of his neck absentmindedly, before adding, “What’s your name?”
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Shaking his head a moment later, he then nodded when he realized he was supposed to be answering a question. “Yep, I met another survivor down the beach...” He paused before gesturing the way he’d come from, almost as though he’d forgotten which way he’d walked. “That way. We agreed to split up and see if we could find more people?”
And look at that, Magda counted as people. That was one more person for the list of ‘people who didn’t wind up dead in the ocean.’
The question on his name gets a small start, right... Right. Not a hard one, kid. “Oh, I’m Llewellyn? Llewellyn Watts.” He rubbed the back of his neck absentmindedly, before adding, “What’s your name?”