The more the carriage rattled along, the wetter Matias's palm got. Still, he didn't move. His hand pressed a tad harder onto the wound to try and contain the flow.

"You almost done with that?" Matias asked Iris. "I'm not sure if I can hold the blood for any lo–?"

There was a sudden, shaky warmth at his free hand, making him jolt. He looked down and saw a pale hand gripping at it weakly. He would have yanked himself away had he not seen who the hand was attached to. Well, he probably would have anyway, but the boss was quite literally dying at this point. Some tact would be nice.

So he gripped it right back, running his thumb along the middle knuckle.

"We're almost there. I hope."