Asher's quiet words, Zenyatta's reassurance-- they're enough to calm him back down from what, up until now, he'd presumed was his early grave. Jin's shallow breaths slow to regularity, and he again looks from one friend to the other as he tries, vainly, to figure out why the hell he's on a bed in some Qorral family's farmhouse.]
I...
[He glances up at the healing orb: he remembers this thing from the last time he'd gotten hurt around here. The pieces slowly put themselves together as the panic and adrenaline fade, leaving only the lingering pain of his steadily healing wounds. And the fact that he'd failed to stop Koltira. Defeated, Jin settles back onto the bed.]
You... carried me here? [He blinks dumbly at Asher, expression unreadable, before turning his gaze to Zenyatta.] How'd you know where we were, Zenyatta?
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Asher's quiet words, Zenyatta's reassurance-- they're enough to calm him back down from what, up until now, he'd presumed was his early grave. Jin's shallow breaths slow to regularity, and he again looks from one friend to the other as he tries, vainly, to figure out why the hell he's on a bed in some Qorral family's farmhouse.]
I...
[He glances up at the healing orb: he remembers this thing from the last time he'd gotten hurt around here. The pieces slowly put themselves together as the panic and adrenaline fade, leaving only the lingering pain of his steadily healing wounds. And the fact that he'd failed to stop Koltira. Defeated, Jin settles back onto the bed.]
You... carried me here? [He blinks dumbly at Asher, expression unreadable, before turning his gaze to Zenyatta.] How'd you know where we were, Zenyatta?