[ Bastien is here, too. Still. At first because he's leaning his head past the perimeter of the wagon, eyeing the crowd they're leaving in their wake, but the resurgence of music brings his head back inside. He twists around to put his feet in the aisle between the seats, but pauses there. Can Richard heal? Does he need to? Bastien is in a prime position to check his pupils after all. He ducks his head closer to do that, squinting back and forth between eyeballs—
Which exhausts his ability to look for internal injuries. He smiles—a strained thing that suggests he might say something cheeky, if he found himself on a lap in other less dire and blood-leaking circumstances—and then slides off, into a cautious kneel between the seats, and picks through his layers of clothing to produce a handkerchief to set on Richard's knee, for whenever he'd like it.
To the people up front: ]
Madame de Foncé has a map.
[ He is still kneeling. Not only because it feels a little safer here in the middle, away from the other large and heavy and fast wagons just beyond the walls of theirs. It also keeps him closer to the music.
The distant, slowly amplifying, oscillating howl of sirens probably has nothing to do with them. That's probably just what things sound like here. ]
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Which exhausts his ability to look for internal injuries. He smiles—a strained thing that suggests he might say something cheeky, if he found himself on a lap in other less dire and blood-leaking circumstances—and then slides off, into a cautious kneel between the seats, and picks through his layers of clothing to produce a handkerchief to set on Richard's knee, for whenever he'd like it.
To the people up front: ]
Madame de Foncé has a map.
[ He is still kneeling. Not only because it feels a little safer here in the middle, away from the other large and heavy and fast wagons just beyond the walls of theirs. It also keeps him closer to the music.
The distant, slowly amplifying, oscillating howl of sirens probably has nothing to do with them. That's probably just what things sound like here. ]