[His gaze locks onto the blood. The scrape down her arm. Black blood - and then he's studying her face, immediately. The skin around it. If she's infected, it's early. What he can see of her skin looks clear enough.]
Easy there. [A strip torn from his shirt should do. If Siora, or even Aphra, were here -] How long have you been ill?
[Thinking, right now, their biggest concern is that Joyce has an illness from his world. Black blood was one of the earliest signs of it.]
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Easy there. [A strip torn from his shirt should do. If Siora, or even Aphra, were here -] How long have you been ill?
[Thinking, right now, their biggest concern is that Joyce has an illness from his world. Black blood was one of the earliest signs of it.]
What thing has you so concerned?