"Not much further," Gordon murmurs, and does his best to avoid shaking the cart unnecessarily when he clambers in.
The ride back is a little faster than the ride over had been, and ends with the cart jarring to a halt just over an impromptu staircase made of cargo crates. Father Grigori sets his gun aside and steps up to offer a hand down. "Greetings to the both of you!" the priest says. "And so we meet at last. You have done well, the both of you."
"My companion's been bitten," Gordon says, indicating Dinah with a jerk of his head. "Any chance you've got medical supplies on hand?"
"But of course," says Father Grigori, who's squinting a little. "Sister, this way, if you will. I have seen to such injuries before."
He indicates the door of the church. Gordon offers an inobtrusive arm if she needs it.
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Date: 2008-07-30 03:06 pm (UTC)The ride back is a little faster than the ride over had been, and ends with the cart jarring to a halt just over an impromptu staircase made of cargo crates. Father Grigori sets his gun aside and steps up to offer a hand down. "Greetings to the both of you!" the priest says. "And so we meet at last. You have done well, the both of you."
"My companion's been bitten," Gordon says, indicating Dinah with a jerk of his head. "Any chance you've got medical supplies on hand?"
"But of course," says Father Grigori, who's squinting a little. "Sister, this way, if you will. I have seen to such injuries before."
He indicates the door of the church. Gordon offers an inobtrusive arm if she needs it.