(Max reeks of things dead and wasted, desert and oil, burning sand and gunpowder. The stench of fresh growing things nearly makes him suffocate it's such a lost memory and sensation.
He didn't plan for this interaction to go further than this. He's being...Thanked. That alone is enough to make his brows furrow together in confusion. No one thanked anyone in his world. Kindness didn't exist. Everything came with a price. Then again...Max hadn't expected anything from this. Nor had he with the Wives.
He ignores that and winds up more perplexed the more the mysterious creature spoke. Hurt?
Everyone was hurt. He had glass in his head and probably a fractured rib. His leg was screeching worse than usual. He had probably landed on it wrong during the explosion from the train. There's a second-degree burn, at least, on his elbow where he had caught fire and had to roll out.
But by the Wasteland standards, that's nothing.
A first aid kit? He stares blankly at Gansey, and then his eyes fall to the water. His breath catches in the pit of his chest and his whole body goes rigid. He shakes his head as if trying to clear it from a dense fog.)
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He didn't plan for this interaction to go further than this. He's being...Thanked. That alone is enough to make his brows furrow together in confusion. No one thanked anyone in his world. Kindness didn't exist. Everything came with a price. Then again...Max hadn't expected anything from this. Nor had he with the Wives.
He ignores that and winds up more perplexed the more the mysterious creature spoke. Hurt?
Everyone was hurt. He had glass in his head and probably a fractured rib. His leg was screeching worse than usual. He had probably landed on it wrong during the explosion from the train. There's a second-degree burn, at least, on his elbow where he had caught fire and had to roll out.
But by the Wasteland standards, that's nothing.
A first aid kit? He stares blankly at Gansey, and then his eyes fall to the water. His breath catches in the pit of his chest and his whole body goes rigid. He shakes his head as if trying to clear it from a dense fog.)
Water?