There's an ashen sort of look to Jaeger's already-fair skin, the peek of a crust of blood under one nostril, but he gives a short nod at Winter's direction, steadies himself for another second and then moves to retrieve one of the bags of sand.
He's used to operating while compromised. His scars alone are a testament to that, and so is his stoic stance as he moves to heft the bag over one shoulder. Breathe, and keep moving. The pain is a steady burn, that becomes simple background noise as he pushes himself to make the short trip from the booth to Winter's side again.
The waxy, gory pieces have started to make a bit of progress toward reforming, and burial? Yeah. That seems like the best idea, even with time ticking down.
"There's enough here to mix with everything," he advises solemnly, letting the bag drop to the ground with a dull thump. "Both buried and not. Better not to take any chances."
cw: Various injuries
He's used to operating while compromised. His scars alone are a testament to that, and so is his stoic stance as he moves to heft the bag over one shoulder. Breathe, and keep moving. The pain is a steady burn, that becomes simple background noise as he pushes himself to make the short trip from the booth to Winter's side again.
The waxy, gory pieces have started to make a bit of progress toward reforming, and burial? Yeah. That seems like the best idea, even with time ticking down.
"There's enough here to mix with everything," he advises solemnly, letting the bag drop to the ground with a dull thump. "Both buried and not. Better not to take any chances."