[ She winces sympathetically, reaching out a hand to put pressure on the wound. ]

Yeah, don't do that, will you?

[ Deacon's paranoia mirrors her own a little, and he brings up a good point. Under other circumstances, she wouldn't have agreed, but now-- She gives a nod and releases him so she can go look for anything they can use. Ava takes to pilfering through some of the rooms nearby until she finds cloth, tearing it as she returns to Deacon. ]

Let's wrap it, keep pressure there, and I'll help you back. It should be enough...but you need to tell me if you start feeling worse or dizzy, or if you're going to pass out.

[ As she begins to wrap his shoulder tightly, a thought occurs to her, completely unbidden: He is not a synth. She's been having these pop-up thoughts since the Frenzy, uncontrolled, unlike her. It's never been like this. Now...she's as perturbed by it happening as she is about the truth that comes to her mind without contemplating.

Deacon's not a synth. And instead of letting that remain to herself, she fixes him with a nearly accusatory stare as she finishes her work. ]

Why are you lying to me?