[ They tug at the Drifter's hand again, at their leg. Wanting them to sit, to rest, to assess the damage so they can at least stem all the blood coming out because blood belongs inside the body they definitely know that much.
Then, in the stubborn way of a small child, simply clinging to their leg and sitting themselves, butting their horned head gently against the Drifter's shin. (The Drifter could probably lift them, even sick as they are, and keep moving.) ]
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Then, in the stubborn way of a small child, simply clinging to their leg and sitting themselves, butting their horned head gently against the Drifter's shin. (The Drifter could probably lift them, even sick as they are, and keep moving.) ]