[ He understands hardly any of what she says, and his expression is wide open and searching, blank in its confusion. Ghost River Triangle... what in the world?
Edward swallows, hard, pushing down the remains of his panic, staring up at the woman as she stands and holds out a hand to him. Once more he's taking her in, the strangeness of her, loose hair and peculiar, form-fitting clothing. Unsteadily, he reaches out to accept the offer, hoisting himself upwards with hardly a tug against her, using his own weight to right himself.
He's still dizzy, still reeling, but the flare of panic isn't threatening debilitation. He can breathe. He does, breathing in the atmosphere that shouldn't be possible, considering where he was last. ]
Miss Earp. [ He nods, quick and polite and without a trace of recognition. The infamous Wyatt Earp will come well after his own time — ironically, his birth being the same year that Little would meet his own end. ] I'm afraid I'm not familiar.
[ He lets go of her hand with an apologetic tip of his head, then looks widely around the plains again, before the woman's question draws his attention back with a snap of awareness, and he's staring in stun at her.
'miraculously and suddenly aware of how the hell you got way out here' about sums it up, yes—! ]
I don't... understand how it is I came to wake here. It feels almost a dream, [ he's still a little breathless, chest tightening as he voices those words. How is this... possible? ]
I should be with my men. We had just left our ships behind in the ice— [ He freezes, looking quickly round again with a rush of worry. Somehow, he's stumbled into another land entirely... The others must be here somewhere, right...? ]
Have you seen any others? The men— there are forty of us who... remain.
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Edward swallows, hard, pushing down the remains of his panic, staring up at the woman as she stands and holds out a hand to him. Once more he's taking her in, the strangeness of her, loose hair and peculiar, form-fitting clothing. Unsteadily, he reaches out to accept the offer, hoisting himself upwards with hardly a tug against her, using his own weight to right himself.
He's still dizzy, still reeling, but the flare of panic isn't threatening debilitation. He can breathe. He does, breathing in the atmosphere that shouldn't be possible, considering where he was last. ]
Miss Earp. [ He nods, quick and polite and without a trace of recognition. The infamous Wyatt Earp will come well after his own time — ironically, his birth being the same year that Little would meet his own end. ] I'm afraid I'm not familiar.
[ He lets go of her hand with an apologetic tip of his head, then looks widely around the plains again, before the woman's question draws his attention back with a snap of awareness, and he's staring in stun at her.
'miraculously and suddenly aware of how the hell you got way out here' about sums it up, yes—! ]
I don't... understand how it is I came to wake here. It feels almost a dream, [ he's still a little breathless, chest tightening as he voices those words. How is this... possible? ]
I should be with my men. We had just left our ships behind in the ice— [ He freezes, looking quickly round again with a rush of worry. Somehow, he's stumbled into another land entirely... The others must be here somewhere, right...? ]
Have you seen any others? The men— there are forty of us who... remain.