Location: Vendor's Alley
Action: Taking Care of Pasi >(
Despite her annoyance, Rory moved forward as Pasi fell with a hand grasping at his shoulder to make sure that he didn't hit his head. If he was at least conscious, then she could attempt to carry him somewhere, if he passed out then she had no hope. Of course, she could call Kit or Axton, but felt that for the moment it would be better if she attempted to handle things on her own.
She had taken some classes from when she'd volunteered to be a camp counselor, she had experience. Kinda.
"Yes, typical," Rory snapped, pushing him until he was leaning back against the leg of whatever stand they'd found themselves next to. The back of her hand pressed against his forehead and she frowned. He felt warm, but not the way she expected someone suffering from heat stoke to.
Rory clucked her tongue at him when he called her a fishwife, then nugget girl. "I have a name." Rolling her eyes she fished around her back again and found the cold compress she'd snagged from the medical tent before she'd hit the donation table. Breaking it, she pressed it against his neck and frowned. "I was thinking we'd get you to a water station but..."
Rory sighed again, leaning forward enough that her braid fell over her shoulder and was very much in reach.
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