James knows of asthma, so the information is useful in that regard, but he doesn't have the first idea of how to treat it. He's never dealt with it personally, and although he has some vague memory of suggestions of things that might help with the ailment, he has no idea which--if any--are actually useful. And even if he did, it's not as though they have much at their disposal in the middle of the snow while being attacked by wolves.
He splits his attention between the danger and casting glances back in Prior's direction once again, but the sound of the other man's wheezing tells him just as much as the awful contrast of colors his skin has taken on. He waits only long enough for Prior to finish loosening his collar before intending to ask if he can walk, but then Prior is grabbing at his arm again, and this time James leans into it. He twists his arm around Prior's to provide support, rising to his feet as the other man does, hauling him up with as much strength as he can and taking as much of his weight as he's allowed to.
"I have you." He says it quietly, certainly, equal parts reassurance and simple fact. "Focus on your breathing and your steps." He'll handle the rest, beginning to trudge them both through the snow, ignoring the newly intensified pain in his arm and side.
He spots the church in the distance as well, and although it truly doesn't seem that far away, it feels much further. Almost unreachable, with the expanse of snow and the sound of the wolves getting closer and closer, but the stubbornness of both James and Prior ends up making short work of the distance. Still, they aren't quite out of the woods yet, as they reach the door and it initially refuses to open, requiring James to slam his weight--and, by proxy, Prior's--against it. But then it swings open, just in time for them to get inside, and for James to immediately repeat the previous action to slam the door firmly behind them and in the face of a wolf, if the offended yelp is anything to go by.
But they're inside, the door is closed, and they're safe, at least from external threats. And at least for now.
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He splits his attention between the danger and casting glances back in Prior's direction once again, but the sound of the other man's wheezing tells him just as much as the awful contrast of colors his skin has taken on. He waits only long enough for Prior to finish loosening his collar before intending to ask if he can walk, but then Prior is grabbing at his arm again, and this time James leans into it. He twists his arm around Prior's to provide support, rising to his feet as the other man does, hauling him up with as much strength as he can and taking as much of his weight as he's allowed to.
"I have you." He says it quietly, certainly, equal parts reassurance and simple fact. "Focus on your breathing and your steps." He'll handle the rest, beginning to trudge them both through the snow, ignoring the newly intensified pain in his arm and side.
He spots the church in the distance as well, and although it truly doesn't seem that far away, it feels much further. Almost unreachable, with the expanse of snow and the sound of the wolves getting closer and closer, but the stubbornness of both James and Prior ends up making short work of the distance. Still, they aren't quite out of the woods yet, as they reach the door and it initially refuses to open, requiring James to slam his weight--and, by proxy, Prior's--against it. But then it swings open, just in time for them to get inside, and for James to immediately repeat the previous action to slam the door firmly behind them and in the face of a wolf, if the offended yelp is anything to go by.
But they're inside, the door is closed, and they're safe, at least from external threats. And at least for now.