Chris arrived shortly behind everybody else. Molly was keeping everybody off the garden patch; he knew why, but he still wanted to see if it was a demon attack.
He heard a groan, saw movement as one of the non-English speakers, one whose name he wasn't sure of but wasn't the one who fished, came out of the woods to one side, holding a hand to his head.
A hand with something green running down it. He ran to steady the man, trying to keep him out of the garden, and examine the hand. He doubted that anybody here was a demon, but it didn't hurt to check.
The man didn't seem to have any wounds, but the green stuff worried Chris. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Giving him a wan smile, the other answered, "I'm okay" in a thick accent. No comprehension laced the words.
[Chris] Ugh (tag Quentin, Locke, other responders)
He heard a groan, saw movement as one of the non-English speakers, one whose name he wasn't sure of but wasn't the one who fished, came out of the woods to one side, holding a hand to his head.
A hand with something green running down it. He ran to steady the man, trying to keep him out of the garden, and examine the hand. He doubted that anybody here was a demon, but it didn't hurt to check.
The man didn't seem to have any wounds, but the green stuff worried Chris. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Giving him a wan smile, the other answered, "I'm okay" in a thick accent. No comprehension laced the words.