[It's not the Rash, and she knows it. They don't have that here. They made real damn sure of that when she arrived and told them about it, demanded her quarantine in isolation before going out into the population, just in case. When Steve makes his way back to the two of them and reaches out to take Peter's hand, she sucks in another slight breath, but holds it, doesn't say a word.
Every instinct is screaming at her to smack Steve's hand away, to enforce separation between the two of them, to insinuate herself between them because between Tuuri and Reynir being non-Immune, that instinct could save lives. And after losing Tuuri and Emil and Lalli, she can't imagine losing anyone else, not a teammate, no matter how short an expedition it's been. But they don't have the Rash here. It's not a contagion thing, at least she doesn't think...
But she doesn't know.
Sigrun's not exactly tactful at the best of times, she doesn't exactly think before she speaks unless speaking would draw the enemy's attention. This is not the best of times.]
Wait. Steve. You sure you should be touching it? Might be contagious.
[Violet eyes flick up to Steve's face, her mouth set in a line.]
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Every instinct is screaming at her to smack Steve's hand away, to enforce separation between the two of them, to insinuate herself between them because between Tuuri and Reynir being non-Immune, that instinct could save lives. And after losing Tuuri and Emil and Lalli, she can't imagine losing anyone else, not a teammate, no matter how short an expedition it's been. But they don't have the Rash here. It's not a contagion thing, at least she doesn't think...
But she doesn't know.
Sigrun's not exactly tactful at the best of times, she doesn't exactly think before she speaks unless speaking would draw the enemy's attention. This is not the best of times.]
Wait. Steve. You sure you should be touching it? Might be contagious.
[Violet eyes flick up to Steve's face, her mouth set in a line.]
No offense, Peter.