[When Vash stumbles, Wolfwood stops. He waits for Vash to pick himself back up, watching the way he seems to be struggling. Vash doesn't have the luxury of instant (or semi-instant, as it were) healing like Wolfwood does, and even that has suddenly become super limited. He's only got four near-death experiences left in him, and those unfortunately come hard and fast for guys like them. He can't even offer it to anyone, because it only works on him.
...
Wordlessly, Wolfwood suddenly shoulders into Vash's space. He grabs for his arm, which on the side he's on currently is Vash's good arm, and throws it over his own shoulders. Even if Vash tries to jerk away, Wolfwood keeps a tight grip on the sleeve of his jacket until he's hefted him into place.
Only then will he continue forward.]
Yeah. Maybe. No more dangerous than the desert.
[It's just rose hounds in exchange for giant worms. No big deal.]
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Wordlessly, Wolfwood suddenly shoulders into Vash's space. He grabs for his arm, which on the side he's on currently is Vash's good arm, and throws it over his own shoulders. Even if Vash tries to jerk away, Wolfwood keeps a tight grip on the sleeve of his jacket until he's hefted him into place.
Only then will he continue forward.]
Yeah. Maybe. No more dangerous than the desert.
[It's just rose hounds in exchange for giant worms. No big deal.]