"How is she?" I asked, eyeing Alicia as she knelt beside the woman sprawled unconscious on the grass.
"I think she's okay, but…" Alicia hesitated, keeping her gaze pointed firmly at the ground. "Could you please put something on?"
It took me a second to register her discomfort—then I looked down and remembered I was still shirtless.
"My clothes are soaked in blood," I muttered as I dug into my spatial ring. I pulled out a spare top. It wasn't my usual hoodie, just a plain black pullover, but it would do.
As I slipped it on, I couldn't help mumbling, "Honestly, if I were really extreme, I'd have ditched the pants too."
Alicia shot me a sharp look.
Yeah, maybe not the best joke.
Once dressed, I walked over and crouched beside the woman, her long hair splayed messily around her pale face. She hadn't stirred since we pulled her from the blood-drenched lake, her breathing shallow but steady.
I reached out slowly, almost instinctively, my hand hovering near her cheek.
