Even as she protested, Faustus shook his head, eyes focused on the path in front of them as he crossed the door. The hallway was - expectedly - deserted, though it was still easy to feel the wind howling past them. In a way, Miss Skovgaard was right, his own injury would get worse, and the prickling pain at his side certainly proved that statement correct. Bandages would only do so much, and he could feel the uncomfortable sensation of the wound grating against the makeshift bandages, which was only bound to increase the amount of bleeding. The urgency to get out of the room that had almost taken their lives was greater though, and Faustus could see a bench just a few paces down the hallway that they might be able to pause at.
Regardless, of the state of her ankle, he ventured a guess that her world had just turned on its axis and was currently not helping with her balance. "I've sustained greater injuries for far longer," Was his reply as he reached the bench and set her down. Kneeling before her, he observed her appearance again, this time looking to see if his theory was right. Anyone who'd almost drowned would experience incredible dizziness; that combined with everything else they'd just been through, he was surprised how willing she was to move forward. "Are you able to focus on me?" He inquired, locking eyes with hers.
Regardless, of the state of her ankle, he ventured a guess that her world had just turned on its axis and was currently not helping with her balance. "I've sustained greater injuries for far longer," Was his reply as he reached the bench and set her down. Kneeling before her, he observed her appearance again, this time looking to see if his theory was right. Anyone who'd almost drowned would experience incredible dizziness; that combined with everything else they'd just been through, he was surprised how willing she was to move forward. "Are you able to focus on me?" He inquired, locking eyes with hers.