[ It's a tense moment. Qubit moving slowly, holding his breath, trying to keep out of the creature's sight as its owlish head swivels this way and that, peering with yellow eyes the size of a fist, while he can only pray its sense of smell is less acute than its sight. What are his options? Does he protect himself, or the footage? The footage may be done for anyway, if that thing spots him - he could probably survive a blow like the one Peter just took, but the drives wouldn't.
Fortunately, Peter arrives in the nick of time, and spares him having to make that call. The gun comes flying in out of nowhere, clocking the owlbear with enough force that Qubit hears something crunch. Gross.
He finally exhales and leaves his hiding spot, sparing the thing a scornful look before turning his attention to Peter -
- oof, your poor face, kid. Yeah, he's got his healing factor, and the wounds seem pretty superficial, so he'll be fine in short order... Qubit knows that, intellectually. But it's yet another thing that smacks of Samsara, coming back injured from a mission, bravely assuring everyone that he was fine, really, he'd be right as rain come sunrise, which of course he would - but he still felt pain, same as almost anyone.
Qubit shakes his head, doing his best to set the thought aside. ]
Settle down. I'm unharmed, thanks to you.
[ He quickly looks for further hostiles, but sees none, so back to Peter it is. ]
What about you? That's not going to scar, I hope.
[ On impulse, he shifts his sleeve so it covers his thumb and just kinda - wipes some of that blood from under Peter's nose. ]
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Fortunately, Peter arrives in the nick of time, and spares him having to make that call. The gun comes flying in out of nowhere, clocking the owlbear with enough force that Qubit hears something crunch. Gross.
He finally exhales and leaves his hiding spot, sparing the thing a scornful look before turning his attention to Peter -
- oof, your poor face, kid. Yeah, he's got his healing factor, and the wounds seem pretty superficial, so he'll be fine in short order... Qubit knows that, intellectually. But it's yet another thing that smacks of Samsara, coming back injured from a mission, bravely assuring everyone that he was fine, really, he'd be right as rain come sunrise, which of course he would - but he still felt pain, same as almost anyone.
Qubit shakes his head, doing his best to set the thought aside. ]
Settle down. I'm unharmed, thanks to you.
[ He quickly looks for further hostiles, but sees none, so back to Peter it is. ]
What about you? That's not going to scar, I hope.
[ On impulse, he shifts his sleeve so it covers his thumb and just kinda - wipes some of that blood from under Peter's nose. ]