Oh, there was something wrong with Greengrass' brother. His head tilted back into unconsciousness and Cash could only stare for a second. The sudden feeling of liquid on his trousers shook him out of it, and he accepted Miss Verity's napkin almost on automatic, pressing the fabric to the puddle of wine on his trousers. He dabbed it out, thinking.
Miss Verity was trying to remove him from the situation and Ford was shaking his brother, and so was Miss Grace. Cash wasn't terrible in a crisis — he had an actually solid memory of relocating Eli's shoulder — and unconsciousness wasn't actually terrible, normally, for all that the Greengrasses were freaking out.
He stood up at Miss Verity's suggestion. "Do you have smelling salts?" Cash asked her, with a vague head tilt towards her unconscious brother, "Any of you."
Miss Verity was trying to remove him from the situation and Ford was shaking his brother, and so was Miss Grace. Cash wasn't terrible in a crisis — he had an actually solid memory of relocating Eli's shoulder — and unconsciousness wasn't actually terrible, normally, for all that the Greengrasses were freaking out.
He stood up at Miss Verity's suggestion. "Do you have smelling salts?" Cash asked her, with a vague head tilt towards her unconscious brother, "Any of you."
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