It was the least he could do. The man had protected him through a war that neither of them actually had any business being in. And when he'd seen him there, in that prison...
To Seph, it's worth it. The loss of his career, the loss of his future as anything but a criminal, it's more than worth it.
"There we go..." Seph's careful to make sure he didn't drink too much too fast. He'd never been a medic, but he'd enough attention to whatever first aid training had been given.
He'd paid enough attention to know that they were pretty far from being out of the woods, and that Eckener was the furthest from 'okay' someone could be without being comatose or dead or--
--His gaze, too, falls to the wound in his leg that until now, he had completely forgotten about in the adrenaline of the moment. And even as Gren seems to recover himself enough to address it, Seph is ready to brush it off.
"It's fine," he replies dismissively, but the more attention is paid to it, the more it brings him back to reality and the more it hurts, reminding him just how much bullets actually hurt.
He'd almost forgotten that.
He'd also almost forgotten that blood was supposed to stay in the body. His eyes flutter in a moment of dizziness, his head dips, then he catches himself to quickly undo his belt and pull it off.
"Y-Yeah, then we have to get going." Not that he knows where they're going.
Isn't it strange what games the mind plays?
Only moments ago, he had been stumbling his way through an escape, having to depend almost entirely upon the man who had chosen to help him. Now, here he is, [ mostly ] together and giving orders again to the rookie he'd taken under his wing.
Of course... he isn't here. Not really.
[ After all, if he were here, he wouldn't have been much use, would he? ]
No, he's there, on Titan, as though it wasn't a lifetime ago, and his focus seems to settle to this singular task: keeping a fellow soldier alive. Without so much as a moment to pause and think once the younger man offers the belt, Gren takes it from him and sets to work creating a tourniquet with it.
When he has it properly set, by reflex, he looks to his wrist where there should have been a watch, reaches for the side of his leg where a pouch should have been with a marker that he could mark the tourniquet with the time.. only to realize that both actions are done in vain.
Why doesn't he have any of his gear?
So he looks to Crescent again for his [ continued ] assistance.
"Time?"
