It's a relief when he straightens, but she sticks close and keeps her arm at his back in case it doesn't last. She doesn't think he's lost that much blood, but heaven knows what else getting hit with a gun might do to someone.
Oh, this is an inn. Greta looks around the lobby with that helpful bit of context in mind, and… yes, there's a stairway that must lead to rooms. There might be clean towels and running water up there - and they'd be getting away from Sara Jane and whoever else might show up in the meantime.
"Right. We'll do that." She steers the Balladeer toward the staircase. At least he seems steadier on his feet, so he should be able to climb with only a little assistance. As they mount the stairs, she mutters, "Can you still do the whole travel thing? Even when you're injured?" She has no idea how that works, either.
But at least she knows how inns work, and when the first door that she tries opens easily, she guides the Balladeer into the - oh, look, there's an entire bathroom. Perfect. "Sit," she orders, cranking on the hot water and letting it run, "and let's have a look at you."
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Oh, this is an inn. Greta looks around the lobby with that helpful bit of context in mind, and… yes, there's a stairway that must lead to rooms. There might be clean towels and running water up there - and they'd be getting away from Sara Jane and whoever else might show up in the meantime.
"Right. We'll do that." She steers the Balladeer toward the staircase. At least he seems steadier on his feet, so he should be able to climb with only a little assistance. As they mount the stairs, she mutters, "Can you still do the whole travel thing? Even when you're injured?" She has no idea how that works, either.
But at least she knows how inns work, and when the first door that she tries opens easily, she guides the Balladeer into the - oh, look, there's an entire bathroom. Perfect. "Sit," she orders, cranking on the hot water and letting it run, "and let's have a look at you."