[ It's when he hears word that Ciel's on her way out that Amos gets someone to relieve his post.
It's good timing for him, really; it hasn't been a full day yet since he found Rand, knocked him out, dragged him back with him. It hasn't been a full day since he turned back up at the prison with an unconscious Pleroma slung over a shoulder, his hands bleeding freely, the discovery that he was down a pair of digits. Since Ciel had helped heal him as best as she could, but turns out there's only so much that can be done.
Case in point: his palms are still cut deep; are gonna scar. He's still without the outer two fingers of his right hand, and since they don't have regrowth gel here, probably always will be. And yet after a night of fitful rest and no real sleep Amos had still decided to go back out into Godsblood, because there are Pleroma out there, because they're supposed to capture them, and getting a little busted up the night before shouldn't stop him from doing what needed to be done. So he hadn't let it.
(In a way, he's lucky it was only Dextera he'd found; got dosed with some hallucinogens, didn't catch anybody, but did bring the spent trap back with him for analysis. It isn't much, but at least things aren't worse.)
... But now he's really starting to feel it again, stinging and phantom pains alike. So. He does want to catch Ciel before she heads out since he doesn't know how long it's going to be until he sees her again, and, well, it'd be nice to get this seen to. (He's also a little curious as to where she's headed off to, so this serves as a decent excuse.)
He's able to find her with time to spare, though; raises a hand (that hand; it's his dominant one, it's instinctual and done without thinking) in greeting. ]
Hey. You got a minute?
[ He'd been out, he'd exerted himself a bit, and it's probably obvious the way the bandages wrapped around his palms, where his missing fingers used to be aren't exactly pristine anymore... He could use a spare hand when both of his need a bit of seeing to. ]
ciel.
It's good timing for him, really; it hasn't been a full day yet since he found Rand, knocked him out, dragged him back with him. It hasn't been a full day since he turned back up at the prison with an unconscious Pleroma slung over a shoulder, his hands bleeding freely, the discovery that he was down a pair of digits. Since Ciel had helped heal him as best as she could, but turns out there's only so much that can be done.
Case in point: his palms are still cut deep; are gonna scar. He's still without the outer two fingers of his right hand, and since they don't have regrowth gel here, probably always will be. And yet after a night of fitful rest and no real sleep Amos had still decided to go back out into Godsblood, because there are Pleroma out there, because they're supposed to capture them, and getting a little busted up the night before shouldn't stop him from doing what needed to be done. So he hadn't let it.
(In a way, he's lucky it was only Dextera he'd found; got dosed with some hallucinogens, didn't catch anybody, but did bring the spent trap back with him for analysis. It isn't much, but at least things aren't worse.)
... But now he's really starting to feel it again, stinging and phantom pains alike. So. He does want to catch Ciel before she heads out since he doesn't know how long it's going to be until he sees her again, and, well, it'd be nice to get this seen to. (He's also a little curious as to where she's headed off to, so this serves as a decent excuse.)
He's able to find her with time to spare, though; raises a hand (that hand; it's his dominant one, it's instinctual and done without thinking) in greeting. ]
Hey. You got a minute?
[ He'd been out, he'd exerted himself a bit, and it's probably obvious the way the bandages wrapped around his palms, where his missing fingers used to be aren't exactly pristine anymore... He could use a spare hand when both of his need a bit of seeing to. ]