[ both because she’s among those more critically injured and because she’s not in any real shape to be taking care of anyone, elektra’s kind of sequestered herself in a corner, absently cradling her broken wrist and staring into the distance. they accomplished what they set out to do, but she can’t bring herself to feel any sort of optimism about it. matthew is dead. again. due to a stupid, exploited weakness that no one thought to look out for. she’s furious and heartbroken, only distantly listening for instructions on when they can leave.
law approaches her and she looks up with some wariness, looking him over - they haven’t met yet, but she recognizes him as a new arrival and as a frequent companion of rosi’s. he doesn’t look like he’s in any shape to be stitching up anyone, but with her arm and wrist in the state that they are, she’s not in a position to turn him down. ]
Get to it, then. [ she attempts extending her arm, but winces as it jostles her wrist. ] My wrist may need to come first.
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law approaches her and she looks up with some wariness, looking him over - they haven’t met yet, but she recognizes him as a new arrival and as a frequent companion of rosi’s. he doesn’t look like he’s in any shape to be stitching up anyone, but with her arm and wrist in the state that they are, she’s not in a position to turn him down. ]
Get to it, then. [ she attempts extending her arm, but winces as it jostles her wrist. ] My wrist may need to come first.