[ It's been a long time since Ivor's tried to use his mouth to actually reply, but he finds his lips moving in an effort to hush him even as he works on wiping some of the blood from his face with his coat sleeve. He's talking, which is good, but he knows Cae is in some form of shock. He steps back, pulling at Cae's clothes so he can drop the jacket and replace it with the one he's wearing. The material makes a wet sound as it slaps against the ground, Ivor's expression barely holding neutral as he gets an arm around his shoulders.
Let's go this way.
The gesture is easy enough to interpret, leading him to the first hotel-like place he can find and buying a room without much hassle. Cae's still tracking blood everywhere, but they can deal with it. He needs to get him in the shower, find him something clean to wear. A squeeze, and Ivor keeps him moving. It's okay. ]
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Let's go this way.
The gesture is easy enough to interpret, leading him to the first hotel-like place he can find and buying a room without much hassle. Cae's still tracking blood everywhere, but they can deal with it. He needs to get him in the shower, find him something clean to wear. A squeeze, and Ivor keeps him moving. It's okay. ]