And it certainly did take hours. They were going on about four by now, and Margeaux's feet were starting to throb at that point. Next time, no platforms. She swore by it, determined to abide by that rule, though she knew that she couldn't unless she expected to buy new shoes; she just enjoyed the freedom of feeling that little bit taller, and especially being taller than Gon.
"How much longer? It's been more than two hours!" Leorio never seemed to keep his mouth shut, and the complaint only earned him silence as they continued on, though he stopped behind them. "I'm hungry! I'm tired!" At this point, he was acting more of a kid than Gon—who was still going strong. How the hell could he do that?
"I see it ahead!" Those words shut Leorio up for the first time in a while, and Margeaux wasn't too far behind them, hoping to finally find a place to rest her feet. But upon arriving, it seemed as though no one was there.
Opening the door gave them a sight—a magical beast hovering over two humans, and a small gasp sounded through the room from her. Gon and Kurapika wasted no time in chasing the beast while she stayed with Leorio. The stranger seemed badly injured, and it didn't take too much time before Margeaux knew exactly what to do. She pulled a torn shirt from the floor, balling the material in her hands to press onto the man's bleeding injuries, hoping to stop the bleeding—or at least slow it down or else he was going to die.
"You'll be fine, and so will your wife." Her eyes moved towards Leorio as he spoke; he never seemed like this before, not compassionate and calm, and it honestly was a surprise—a nice one at that. Her hands continued to press down as she watched Leorio dig through his suitcase, pulling out dressings for the wounds, and she turned her head to give a smile towards the man.
He seemed strange.
"T-Thank you…" His voice sounded as though he was forcing it to stutter and crack, and it earned narrowed eyes from Margeaux, though she wanted to wait until after he was bandaged. It wasn't long before Leorio was trying to nudge her hands out of the way, and she did so without a second thought. Setting the bloodied material to the side, she watched Leorio wrap the dressing around him, and she was surprised at his speed that he seemed to do it. He did say he wanted to be a doctor.
"What are you?" Her voice rang out through the room as soon as Leorio had finished the bandaging, and she turned her head to face him. Something was off—he wasn't human, at least, didn't seem it.
"What are you doing? He's injured, and you're questioning him?" Leorio's sounded incredulous, almost as though he was angry at her for asking him.
"Shut up, Leorio," The words were accentuated by a harsh stare towards the tallest man's direction, and she immediately turned her head back to the male on the floor—he seemed to be smiling. "Now, answer my question."