You're fine! Dude, he's freaking AWESOME wtF

I dont know who to useee ufiidkenszk OOOOOOOO WAIIIT,,,, since you're using a dnd character, I'll use my elf bby, hold on

This sweetie, Grace ^^

^^ How old is your dude?

She's like,, 25 ish but elves age way different so she looks WAAAY younger

AWWWWWWE he's a MAJOR BBY!! I have no objections

Uh,,, you can 😅

You're fine!

Grace was looking out the window when she felt the air shift and someone sat down next to her. One of her ears twitched in response to the other beings presence. She gripped the armrest, her body filled with tension. She hated planes. Well, the idea of planes. She had never been on one before, and was already sure that she hated it. She could feel a tension in the air, almost like,, something horrible was going to take place here. She ran her free hand through her bangs, and looked away from the window. 'You're being silly. You're just nervous. Calm down. Nothing is going to happen.' She thought. Twitching her ear again, she glanced at the passenger sitting next to her, not wanting to stare or accidentally creep into his awareness. She smiled a little before looking away towards the seat in front of her. 'This is going to be a long trip.' she thought.

I need to go to bed though. Continue tomorrow?

Grace could sense his calm and used it to anchor her own nerves. Z'nem, if anything depending on his mind type, could sense a slight edge of anxiety in his aura that was foreign. She only used enough of his calm that it wouldn't be completely noticeable, and wouldn't breach his privacy. Still, though, she felt guilty for using him, in a sense.

She immediately felt even more guilty, and retreated from his consciousness completely, her face turning red. And then, after everyone fastened their seatbelt, the plane took off. Without even realizing she was doing it, she had grabbed his arm and was holding onto him for dear life. Her body was shaking with anxiety.

(sorry, I was busy too LMAO)

(you're good!)

She jumped at his voice, and immediately let go. "I am SO sorry, sir! I-I feel so bad! I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable, I didn't even realize I had grabbed you." Her face turned slightly pink with embarrassment.

(you're okay lol)

She tucked a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "uhm,,, yes." She clearly was still anxious, as she was avoiding eye contact and she was scratching the palms of her hands. She suddenly felt a second consciousness touch her mind and try to subtly break through her barrier. 'not good Not Good NOT GOOD!' She thought before quickly throwing an image of her dog into her mind, and kept it there, thinking of her every detail. Her energy was slowly withering at the invisible assault.

Finally, the attack subsided, and she looked around. "There's another magic user on this plane. And they're much stronger than me." she whispered, before noticing the guy sitting next to her was giving her a concerned look. "Oh, I'm fine. Thank you" she smiled at him, but her face seemed so tired. 'whoever it is knows I'm here. And I know they're here. I also know they're up to something. But what.' she continued to think of all the different scenarios of what the other magic user would be up to.

(sorry, I fell asleep)

She gave him a disgruntled look, not knowing how he had heard her. And then a loud explosion sounded to their left. The plan began to tip downwards. And a flight attendant appeared at the front. Grace's breath caught in her throat. "They were distracting me while they exploded one of the engines." and croaked, feeling sick. She looked at the nice guy next to her. "We're going to be fine, right?"

She couldn't tell if he was being completely honest or not. She could feel fear radiating off of him. She reached over and grabbed his hand in an attempt to comfort him, as well as herself. "yup. Everything is going to be fine." she smiled bravely at him.

It seemed almost surreal, everything. All of the other passengers were screaming, calling loved ones, crying, holding on to each other. And there they were, mostly calm, and holding hands. She couldn't help but feel warm, and happy. The ground was nearer. She squeezed his hand tighter, and then the plane hit land, Grace was flung forward, lost her grip on his hand, and her vision went dark.

Grace came to first, as her head had only smacked the seat in front of her. Her body was trembling. "Oh my God, I'm alive!" Her voice was shaky. She fumbled with her seatbelt, and finally got it undone. She checked herself and thought about how she was feeling, and concluded she could have a very minor concussion if anything. And then she looked over at the kind stranger. He was unconscious, but after checking his pulse, concluded that he was still alive. She gave silent thanks to God that he was still living. She then touched his forehead, trying to decipher if he had a fever. There were several small cuts on his face, due to the window cracking. She rummaged in her carry-on, and finally found the towel she had brought. She ripped it, and tied it tightly around his head, to stop the bleeding and apply pressure. After she took care of him, she stood on wobbly legs, and looked for other survivors. It appeared that there were none. She returned to her seat, completely distraught, and waited for him to wake up.

She placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back so he was propped up on the seat. "Calm down, you're okay. You took a pretty hard hit on your head there. You just need to take it slow for a while." she paused before asking, "How are you feeling?" She looked concerned, and made frequent eyecontact with him in an attempt to calm him more

She nodded in agreement. "and yes, I'm fine, thank you." she smiled again. Oddly enough, she missed the feeling of his hand in hers. "are you ready to go and see where in heck we landed?" (you're fine! ^^)

She got up and stood in the aisle. "Here, you go out first. That way if you fall I can catch you."

She gasped at the state of his leg, at the blood drizzling onto the aisle floor. "Maybe you should sit back down so I can take a look at that."

Me too! ^^

She gingerly felt around the gash, trying to feel if it was infected. 'I need a light, I can't see,' she thought. She grabbed her carry on bag and rummaged through it, finally coming along the flashlight she always kept on her. "I'll be right back!" She yelled over her shoulder, while jogging up to the front of the plane. The found the emergency first aid kit, opened the casing around it, and Carried it back over to the stranger. Opening the kit, she found it had some sterile needles, thread, bandages, and supplies for an allergic reaction. "Needle and thread, bandages, good.... I need tweezers..." She muttered. She grabbed her makeup pouch from her carry-on and started rummaging through it.

"It doesn't feel or look infected, that's really good." She smiled as she finally found the pair of tweezers. She took her waterbottle and poured it on the tweezers and scrubbed them, trying to clean it the best she could. She took a breath, and looked up at him from here she crouched infront of him. "Okay. So, the goal is to remove that piece of metal from your leg, so I can clean it and stitch it." She paused. "I don't know how high of a pain tolerance you have, so tell me when it gets to be too much for you. We can't have you fainting. But, try to endure as much as possible, we don't have much time, and you've already lost a significant amount of blood." She spoke with purpose, and sounded confident, as if she knew exactly what she was talking about. But on the inside, her heart was pounding.

(It's fine lmao, didn't even notice)

"Hey. It'll be okay." She squeezed his hand before turning on the flashlight and putting it in her mouth so she could see better. Using her left hand, she slowly pulled the wound opening a bit wider, and inserted the tweezers. She slowly went deeper until she got to the metal piece. She let the tweezers open, and slowly began to push the tweezers around the metal piece.

She inhaled at his touch, and he could feel her stiffen before relaxing again. Her heart hammered as she grabbed the piece with the tweezers and slowly started to pull it out of the wound. It was pretty lodged in there, so she had to twist it a tad bit to get it free. From there it was pretty easy going, and she finally got the piece out and let it clatter to the floor.

She took the flashlight out of her mouth, turning it off and placing it back in her bag. She smiled at him, and squeezed his hand. "Don't be. Are you doing okay? We can wait a minute before stitching to give you a break if you need it."

"Okay." She took a needle out of the packaging and looped the thread through it, tying a not. 'Here we go,' she thought. She took the needle, and made one stitch. She visibly flinched when she stuck the needle through his skin. She tightened it, so the skin was drawn back together, and repeated the process. After a few minutes, the stitching was done, and she ripped off another bit of cloth from her towel, and cleaned the area of blood. The stitching was decent, by no means amazing though. She exhaled, feeling faint from stitching his leg. She smiled faintly up at him. "All done." She wanted to hold his hand again. It was comforting.

"Yeah, anytime. Do you... Feel alright? You're looking pale.." She seemed very concerned about him.

(I'm here! Its your turn lol)

"I'm sorry Ive caused you pain." She murmured before standing quickly, her head rushing for a moment. "I... haven't checked yet. Ive been with you the whole time... Maybe you should sit while I find a safe way onto the ground."

Although she was doing her best to stay out of his consciousness, she couldn't help but feel his pain and that he was in a slightly aggressive mood. Wariness flowed through her, and she felt herself stiffen no matter how much she wanted to relax, and be nonchalant. She stammered at his thanks, as it was unexpected. "Oh, uh, thanks! I mean, you're welcome!" Her face turned a little hot with embarrassment.

okay!! Sorry I took so long to respond. Have a good sleep!