Even if that closest wasn't Ignis, you could bet good money on the fact that he was going to make sure he became that person, bracing himself to support the distressingly exhausted weight of her body. He pulled her in and wasted no time in lowering her down to the floor, arm and body both to support her.
"You're alright," he murmured softly to her. "You're going to be okay."
Ignore the faint tremble in his voice of worry and concern and panic, especially with not knowing what was going on, but any such tremble was long gone when he began to bark out instructions to Gladio. "Quick. Pillows, cushions, to support her. And a glass of water, lukewarm, nothing too cold..." Although, really, with the chill of her body right now, he doubted it would be much of a shock to her system. "And warm water, clean rags..."
While Gladio went to do that, he took a moment to try and find her pulse, finding nothing encouraging there in the too faint, too slow, too distant thumping...but it was there at least, even if barely.
His head lifted toward where he assumed Marc was still standing by the door. "What happened?"
His head was swimming and his stomach a bit nauseous from more than just the blood on her, so he figured he could be a little forgiven for not waiting for an answer before his attention shifted back down to Liliana in his arms. "Why here? You should be at the clinic!"
Field patching and dressing and flinging potions and tinctures in the midst of battle was one thing, but he was hardly even remotely close to a medical professional!
Re: The First Interruption.
"You're alright," he murmured softly to her. "You're going to be okay."
Ignore the faint tremble in his voice of worry and concern and panic, especially with not knowing what was going on, but any such tremble was long gone when he began to bark out instructions to Gladio. "Quick. Pillows, cushions, to support her. And a glass of water, lukewarm, nothing too cold..." Although, really, with the chill of her body right now, he doubted it would be much of a shock to her system. "And warm water, clean rags..."
While Gladio went to do that, he took a moment to try and find her pulse, finding nothing encouraging there in the too faint, too slow, too distant thumping...but it was there at least, even if barely.
His head lifted toward where he assumed Marc was still standing by the door. "What happened?"
His head was swimming and his stomach a bit nauseous from more than just the blood on her, so he figured he could be a little forgiven for not waiting for an answer before his attention shifted back down to Liliana in his arms. "Why here? You should be at the clinic!"
Field patching and dressing and flinging potions and tinctures in the midst of battle was one thing, but he was hardly even remotely close to a medical professional!