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"That way, perhaps."

It seems as if he picks a direction at random and starts walking.

This may be more or less true.

And if there is any significance to the heat haze rising up from the ground itself --

Raven does not appear to pay attention.

"It has, I think, not been so long for you?"

"Not terribly. Couple of days." Mostly, as soon as she was back up to full steam. Ace trails alongside her brother, her boots raising faint puffs of dust in the sandy soil.
"You been out here long?"

There's a stillness to his face when he looks at her.

It is an old thing. Familiar, though. Perhaps.

"I am, I think, always moving. It is easier, so."

"Meanin' I've got t'do this all over again next time I come? Lovely." She grouses mildly. "But y'didn't answer the question, Adobebutt."

"I have been flying, perhaps, for a very long time."

There are a string of unfortunate accidents stretching from Vegas to DC to Nova Scotia and across the ocean.

And back again.

Bird has not been idle.

"It is a thing that happens."

Earthquakes, however, are not things that should be happening right now.

No, they really shouldn't. They're not on any bloody faults.

That doesn't stop the ground underneath Ace from opening up and dropping her twenty-five feet down.

Geologists will be shocked, we're sure.

Raven breathes.

Carefully.

Fortunately the earth does not close up immediately behind her.

He drops down a moment later, hefting her broken and battered body back to the surface.

Sometimes it is easier not to climb, perhaps.

Ace moves, eventually, starting with her fingers and moving inward.

"And, once again, I'm going to hit that damn mutt so hard her teeth will be in Toledo." She mutters at the far-away sky.

"Likely she will only find them again."

He snorts, falling back two steps and sinking down into a crouch.

"It is troublesome. On occasion."

She huffs, rolling up into something approximating sitting.

"Ow." She notes, eying the chasm not too far away. "So? What's the plan? Have y'managed t'get healed yet?"

"No."

It's a quick answer, and stark.

"But this time it did not get so bad so quickly, I do not think."

Three minutes is good.

It is a start.

"I meant," She retorts, rolling her eyes at him, "Did y'heal your side, dingbat. I kinda figured the bad luck thing was in force when the TARDIS crashed."

"That, I think, does not so much heal."

Speaking of --

drip

drip

"Raven." She cries, sounding pained. "Shouldn't y'at least put a bandage on like a somewhat normal person?"

Never mind getting it fixed.

She might try to hit him again, once she gets to her feet.

He sighs, dropping his coat and pulling up one edge of his shirt.

There is already a bandage. It is just soaked through.

Maybe Ace will help him change it?

But he can make a decent start.

She mutters something entirely uncomplimentary as she gets back on her feet, and goes to his coat first instead. The cookies disappeared in there, and if he's bleeding that much, he needs food. Biology or no biology.

The first thing out of his pockets is a shoe horn. Glittery silver, yes, but... shoe horn?

It is quickly followed by two handfuls of random bits of thread of a rainbow of colors, the keys to someone's Pinto, a Hello Kitty eraser box, and a vibrantly ugly ball of puce-colored yarn.

She'll go through an array of paperclips, three polished stones, two large pieces of bone, and a souvenir mug from Niagara Falls before she hits the cookies.

They are not covered in lint. This may be a victory.

Raven, meanwhile, has pried the bandage off his side and incinerated the remains.

It is safest. These things are important. Especially when you are cursed.

She grabs a couple of the cookies, ignores the pile of detrius that she has uncovered and marches over to him.

And stuffs the cookies at his face, fiercely, while digging in her own coat pocket for her first aid kit.

"Eat, dingbat."

He jerks away, sending more blood down his now-naked side.

But he does eat the cookies.

Storm clouds are gathering again. And the wind is rising.

She huffs in annoyance.

"If I get electrocuted again, I won't be pleased." She announces at the world in general as she starts placing pads and tape.

The clouds get darker.

The wind starts blowing dust and grit hard enough to hurt.

Raven shifts position so that he can break the force enough that Ace does not take the brunt of it.

"It is, I think, not so much that, this time."

He'd go, but she'd chase him and --

He is tired.

Somewhat satisfied with her tape job, she moves on to the gauze wrap, and she decides since he doesn't need to breathe, she can crank it down.

Keeps it from flying away, anyhow.

"Brilliant, I hate gettin' 'lectrocuted. Stings, doesn't it." She replies, having to shout a bit to be heard over the steam-train roar of the wind.

Raven barely has time to say yes before the shriek of the wind covers any sounds at all.

Do not ask where the stray piece of straw came from.

No one really wants to know.

Ace finds out where it goes, soon enough. She even gets a quick glimpse of the end of the straw right before the lights go out, again, and she crumples somewhat dramatically at Raven's feet.

She's gonna be pissed if he doesn't tack down the end of the gauze.

In a bit, anyway.

He is more concerned with removing the straw from her brain, first.

Not that it is difficult.

He cheats.

And then he tapes the gauze down. After clearing out all the dirt, first.

Even if he does not have biology, there is no sense courting infection. Or irritation.

The open wound and the constant bleeding is bad enough.