varitan took a knee beside an injured human, his eyes wide and concerned as he looked over them for wounds. usually, it wouldn't have mattered to him- but this was an accident. the explosion had been big, and caught many people. everyone he'd found so far had been dead. he was hoping- really, really hoping- that this would be different. his black hair fell in his face as he gently grabbed it's wrist, checking for any pulse.

he let out a sigh of relief. the thing was alive- their pulse was weak, but it was alive.