[ Poor Dipper. Joshua pauses in removing the compress, lifting a hand and smoothing the hair back from Dipper's forehead. It's meant to check for any fever, but it does double duty in maybe comforting him, too. ]
We will find her, don't you worry.
[ And back to the compress. As soon as it's removed, he frowns down at it. That black mark... If he could remove it, he would. But the wound is a wound otherwise, and so he moves to gather the supplies for dressing it. Gauze, bandages, salve.
But Oscar's words make him look back. A journal, after all... ]
There may be some truth to his words, if that's the case... I am sorry your arrival is so hectic, Oscar, but I'll leave the searching to you. Let me know if you find anything of importance?
[ Oh. Oh, that sure is a weapon on Dipper's belt. He's never handled a gun before, but he very carefully removes that. Best not to accidentally hurt anyone. ]
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We will find her, don't you worry.
[ And back to the compress. As soon as it's removed, he frowns down at it. That black mark... If he could remove it, he would. But the wound is a wound otherwise, and so he moves to gather the supplies for dressing it. Gauze, bandages, salve.
But Oscar's words make him look back. A journal, after all... ]
There may be some truth to his words, if that's the case... I am sorry your arrival is so hectic, Oscar, but I'll leave the searching to you. Let me know if you find anything of importance?
[ Oh. Oh, that sure is a weapon on Dipper's belt. He's never handled a gun before, but he very carefully removes that. Best not to accidentally hurt anyone. ]