The man hears her, though, and turns to look at her as she exits the building.

Then he drops Zash and roars. "DOCTOOOOOOR!"

And he charges.

Squeak.

Well.

She told Zash which way she’d fall. Kid’s gloves come off.

This gun of hers does have much nastier settings than what she’d been using, and she has excellent aim.

"—no! Rollo!"

He's dead before he even hits the ground. Given his weight his momentum is still dangerous but it's a lot easier to dodge when he's just moving.

Yep out of the way she’s terrified but also totally fine!!!!

“Sorry,” sighs Morgan, who gets to wrapping her gun back up.

Zash runs after him—

—his brain catches up to him and he stops, halfway, to turn and look at Yvette as he realises what almost happened, all the blood draining from his face. "Y-Yvette?"

Almost got squished and is fully aware of this! She is wide eyed and terrified and physically unharmed!

“I-I-I’m sorry, the house was, I was worried it was going to collapse and I’d thought the fighting had stopped and, and.”

“She’s okay,” says Morgan, like someone who’s trying to be gentle but doesn’t… really know how.

...he needs to hug her. That. That is a thing that will be happening now because holy shit the thought of what just happened is kind of making him have a panic attack and he needs to reassure himself that she's alive.

(Unlike Rollo, who is dead.)

Yeah okay hug she is so up for being hugged right now!!!!

He winces, then, in pain, as he belatedly realises he... actually did not escape all of the bullets. Because he was shot at. By Rollo. Who is dead. And who almost killed Yvette.

He's kind of having too many overwhelmingly contradictory feelings, right now.

“Oh my god you are bleeding everywhere and full of holes,” says Yvette, when she notices. Which admittedly takes a while.

(Morgan, meanwhile, is prepping another house to use as a shelter. Because: yep that one was structurally unsound.

She also suspects that Zash does not super want to talk to her right now, so.)

When she lets go of the hug he just collapses. Not as in passes out, as in he falls onto the floor and leans forward to rest his head on his hands and... shiver and hyperventilate.

Rollo's dead. Rollo's dead because of him. Because they came here. Zash couldn't save him. And if they hadn't killed Rollo, he might have killed Yvette. Which is nearly unthinkable except Zash has a century and a half of thinking the unthinkable so he's thinking it. That panic attack is coming right up.

Oh shit, oh shit, um, okay, um. He doesn't precisely need medical attention because he's immortal, he'll be fine, but probably it'd be more comfortable if he has it. Either way they should probably be getting to some kind of shelter soonish because the wind is already starting to pick up a bit and she suspects they don't have very long before the sandstorm is properly upon them. But the house she was in was structurally unsound, so, probably she should go find another one but he's right there and bleeding and clearly having some kind of a panic attack and. And.

"C'mon. This way. I've got him," sighs Morgan. Zash can get carried off to the replacement shelter Morgan's made ready in record time.

"...Rollo..." is what he can say between sharp intakes of breath, turning to look in the direction they came from.

"I'll bury him just as soon as I've got you two squared away. I was the one who did it, blame me."

And then Zash is deposited inside their new shelter, and Morgan goes back out into the growing storm. To transfer over some of their supplies, actually, not to bury Rollo, but still.

Yvette, will. Um. Attempt to care for a Zash who is very clearly out of commission. And also still bleeding. She would like to work to make him stop doing that, it's alarming and also getting everywhere.

He seems to not really want to help her with that, what with how he's now hugging his legs close to his body and how that's kind of making the bleeding worse.

Her attempt to care for his injuries fails from a mix of an uncooperative subject and the knowledge that he's probably been through worse, so, um. ... Instead she will just hug him, how about. It seems like he needs that more.

He's kind of failing to completely control his leaking, here, even though he very clearly is trying. She gets glimpses of his emotions and occasionally thoughts, and it seems like he's going in circles. He feels the pain of the bullets, which were because of Rollo (and every mention of Rollo in his feelings is seeped in regret), who is dead now, because he almost killed Yvette (feelings of relief), who is hugging him (feelings of longing), and that makes him hurt, because of the bullets, which...

Well then she will just gently hold him and pet his hair and, um. Hum him a lullaby? Will that help at all??