[Connor's quick enough to make a reach for the knife in the flailing vine, wrenching it out by its handle. It oozes something viscous and questionable when freed, and though the android could've done without it, there's something telling in wanting to retrieve an item from a friend no longer present. Representing an organization he's not sure they'll ever see again: Astoria's Circle.
But of course, this much goes unsaid. When he's practically ushered away at a distance, an actuator moves across his jawline, and he nods, fingers gripped around the knife and turning it over idly in his hands, a slightly anxious gesture.]
I- yes. [Then he looks up at Arenvald, gaze serious but thankful. He nods.]
Yes, I'm fine. Though I can't say I would've been if you hadn't been nearby. You're not hurt, are you?
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But of course, this much goes unsaid. When he's practically ushered away at a distance, an actuator moves across his jawline, and he nods, fingers gripped around the knife and turning it over idly in his hands, a slightly anxious gesture.]
I- yes. [Then he looks up at Arenvald, gaze serious but thankful. He nods.]
Yes, I'm fine. Though I can't say I would've been if you hadn't been nearby. You're not hurt, are you?