[Well, fuck that nonsense. While Dave is monologuing and darting about the room, he'll make his way over to Adrien and try to drag him out of the fray. He's been on enough battlefields to know what must be done, but he's never tended to the wounded without potion assistance before, so Grell's notebook will come in handy. His first action before reaching for it, however, is to take the blade affixed to the end of his staff and tear a long strip of white silk. This was expensive, Adrien, you'd best appreciate it.
And then he's winding it around his arm, and fumbling for the notebook before he actually tries to tie it in place.]
Adrien? [He tries not to speak too loudly, to avoid drawing attention.] I'm no healer so you'd best stay awake.
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And then he's winding it around his arm, and fumbling for the notebook before he actually tries to tie it in place.]
Adrien? [He tries not to speak too loudly, to avoid drawing attention.] I'm no healer so you'd best stay awake.