If being kidnapped weren't bad enough, you were seeing things, experiencing hemoptysis, and developing fainting spells. Everyone in this God forsaken village had been grabbing you every which way, trying to bring you back to Salazar's waiting arms to become his sacrificial lamb. You'd been trying to hold your own and had been doing well, at least until you stepped into a bear trap. Leon keeps his cool and helps you off to a small shed in the village. After barricading the house, he kneels, tearing your tights to better inspect the wound.

"Don't worry, I'll buy you a new pair." You'd barely noticed him at first, blanching as the cogs turned in your head. Right, your tights. It was a small attempt at making you feel better.