[Likewise, the instant Stefan has dropped down to the ground below, the heady scent of blood that had been flooding his senses has already begun to diminish pretty substantially. It helped that the entrance to the drop ship hadn't exactly been parallel to the ground where they now stood. Looking behind him, it was clear that they were lucky to have survived at all given that it was obvious they'd crash landed here. It certainly explained the fatalities and injuries sustained by those still scrambling inside. And while he felt somewhat guilty for leaving without checking to see if he might be able to help some of the other survivors, Stefan knew better than to linger where the presence of human blood was sure to overwhelm him.
He looks back toward the man he'd followed out when Eric speaks to him again, thankful that they'd been close enough to the open door to vacate the twisted metal of the unfamiliar ship without any hassle. Any injuries that Stefan had sustained during their bumpy ride had long since healed over. He wasn't even sore, even if he probably should have been given everything they'd just been through.]
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He looks back toward the man he'd followed out when Eric speaks to him again, thankful that they'd been close enough to the open door to vacate the twisted metal of the unfamiliar ship without any hassle. Any injuries that Stefan had sustained during their bumpy ride had long since healed over. He wasn't even sore, even if he probably should have been given everything they'd just been through.]
I'm all right. What about you?