[He winces at the sight of the blood, picking him up and trying to find somewhere somewhat dry. He heads into the hallways, eyes peering in the dark to try to find somewhere at least not getting constantly rained on.]
[He manages to wander his way into a - was this a lounge? It's impossible to tell with all of the plants, but there's some kind of soft-looking plant that he can rest Childe on. The wound worries him, so he reaches up and pulls off a large leaf, pressing it to the man's head as a makeshift bandage.]
[He'll wait until the other wakes up and... at least hope that he's less violent. He glances up at the raven that's been following him and nods.]
See if you can find some kind of clean fabric?
Doubtful. But I'll look.
[The bird flies off, flitting from area to area while Casper waits.]
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[He manages to wander his way into a - was this a lounge? It's impossible to tell with all of the plants, but there's some kind of soft-looking plant that he can rest Childe on. The wound worries him, so he reaches up and pulls off a large leaf, pressing it to the man's head as a makeshift bandage.]
[He'll wait until the other wakes up and... at least hope that he's less violent. He glances up at the raven that's been following him and nods.]
See if you can find some kind of clean fabric?
Doubtful. But I'll look.
[The bird flies off, flitting from area to area while Casper waits.]