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Dmps: */shaking/ and disoriented, looks at the /creature/ right on top of him...and starts trying to struggle to get away!*

Terris: *gently, but firmly holds him still* Easy. I'm not going to hurt you. *he'll shift Deckard's shirt to get a look at the gash* I'm afraid you're going to need stitches to close this up. *he'll press the shirt back into place, and take one of Dmps's hands, pressing it to the shirt* Hold that in place now. *if Dmps will obey, he'll help the boy sit up.*

Dmps: *still shying back, braced n eyeing the creature warily* What happened? *lets the creature help him sit up*

Deckard: You fell into the river and were swept away. Looks like you hit your head. This-... *he has a name, what did he say his name was?* ...ah...Terris...pulled you out and resuscitated you.

PJ: *shakes a fist*  You're not gonna make a sudden /grab/ for anyone, are you?

Terris: No. I just want to make sure you're all safe.

GM: *arms crossed*  Hell of a way to start our time here.

SM:  Mnn. *nods, agreeing*

Deckard: *weighing their options – they don't have any first aid supplies…they don't have /anything/ . . . finally nods*  All right.  Thank you, Terris.