Re: Episode 7-3: Independence
When Hawthorne spoke of battling the dark creatures she wrested her power from Morgan felt his blood momentarily go cold. For the briefest of instants, images of his own struggles with shadow overtook him and he saw himself waking up, shivering and torn, trapped inside one of the many makeshift prisons he'd created over the years.
He blinked the thought away, focusing on her words.
When she stepped closer, asking for help tying a sling, he nodded. "Of course," he said quietly, taking the ends of the scarf. "I don't know if he could help, but maybe we should have Doc Smith take a look at you, once we've seen to the scalpel."
For a moment, he fumbled with the scarf, his hands suddenly awkward. Morgan had tied his share of slings over the years. For soldiers, deputies, even for prisoners. But in each of those instances, he hadn't felt the need to be especially careful. Or gentle. Finally, his fingers found their memory and, leaning in close, he tied the scarf in a secure knot around her neck.
"That'll do," he said, helping her place her arm in the sling. Looking her in the eyes, he added, "Miss Hawthorne, I feel like a fool. More than once, I've had the instinct that you need to be protected or shielded somehow from what's gone on, when the honest truth is in contending with these...creatures, you've probably fought more battles than any of us."
"You're quite remarkable, ma'am."