superbia | faemous, day one

While he is grateful to be standing on his side of their shared situation, Bellamy can't help but to feel disappointed in himself for the shape Larissa has ended up in. He failed to protect her to the best of the abilities, taking no attacks while a good majority of tributes attempted to gang up on her while they had the advantage. He hadn't simply stood there, of course, but he had made no move to throw himself in front of their blades, either.

He cannot blame the others for being cautious of her. But it's that dangerous appeal that makes it impossible for him to break away his gaze from her, as quickly as they find themselves alone he begins pleading to check her wounds. "I don't care how tough you are, that much blood warrants a doctor's visit." He gestures to the splotch of blood that has stained the fabric around her thigh, already reaching for the bandages he collected during the Bloodbath. This much, he has no worries sharing.

"The players on my team were constantly getting hurt. I might not look like it, but I know a thing or two about first aid. Consider yourself in good hands." He tries to distract her with a few witty jokes, sharing stories from his schooling and about his family, happy to give her whatever distraction she might desire from him. But once her wounds are dressed and she's on her feet again, it's hard to tell that she had once been looking a little worse for wear.

Now she is a high war queen on the campaign, ready to bring justice to the one member of their alliance that had let her down more than Bellamy had. "We should find Perry. Literally so annoyed with her right now." He just chuckles at that, glancing over at her with a glint of mischief in his eyes, his lips a playful smirk. For all they know, the girl from Two might have had to flee a knife soaring right at her head. Maybe she got chased, or maybe she just wanted some alone time. He shrugs casually.

"Where you lead, I'll follow." He tilts his jaw down, not so much leaning down to her level but making it where his voice flows directly into her ears, a calm and soothing tone. "But anger is not becoming on you, Larissa. Don't frown so much, or you might tear open your scars again."