Well that had been a disaster. Ravage stood half-over Tourmaline, frantic and unable to do anything for her which only increased his half-panic. "Shit, shit, shit, are you okay? Uhh--do you want me to carry you to water?" he suggested, with horror and inspiration both. Surely that'd be best? He could scoop her up in his jaws--gently--and rush off to the nearest pool?!

The stench of burned fur was clogging his nose. Her howl of pain still rang in his ears.

This was another trauma to add to his horrified memories, and make no mistake. This poor damn cat, he thought.

@Tourmaline

She's still panting, trying to keep her head straight, even as the world spins somewhat. Ravage's voice is thankfully something she can anchor on, at least for the moment. "...Yes. Water," she croaks, "Would be nice."

Guess we're done here for today, Tourmaline thinks a bit dissappointedly. Not that she wants to go, when she's sure she'll be in pain to walk for a long while after this.

@Ravage

"Okay. Okay. Just a second," Ravage said, eyes wide and teeth gritted. He turned, and maybe another Gembound might not have noticed the mold coating him but his mom was pretty much a fungal vector and-... well, he did.

"-Fuck. Sorry-" The apology seemed to be for the swear, despite his previous language and the situation, as he glanced concernedly Tourmaline's way. He looked back over himself with a grimace and tried to call up fire of his own to flash-burn the spores away. A brief ripple of green flame gave him exactly nothing of the sort, sputtering out before it could be useful, and he huffed loudly, nerves on full display.

"I have to carry you. Lemme just-... Trust me," he added, his tone urgent and apologetic both. Then he paced swiftly over, trying to gently lift Tourmaline by the neck and head, the way a mother dog or cat might. It was careful, with a few readjustments before he settled on a grip. Then it was up and off to the nearest puddle, if she allowed it, with an awkward gait somewhere between a hasty run and an even stride, so as not to jostle poor Tourmaline any further.

exit? maybe

@Tourmaline

She's not exactly in the position to do much else but wait, so Tourmaline doesn't make any fuss. Honestly, complaining is something she doesn't have the energy for. "It's... fine."

Even if she trusts Ravage - an enemy of Order is a friend of hers - Tourmaline still tenses slightly when he first grabs her. But once he had her scuffed properly, she relaxes. Though she can't help but feel a bit embarrassed at being carried.

Well, a wounded pride will heal.

exit!
@Ravage (for visibility)