[ Lucky for her—both of them, really—he's more than clear on her meaning with just that small gesture. And even without it, he can sense the degree to which she's been harmed. It's not a pervasive sickness like before, thankfully, but she's in no less danger really.
He's worked out enough to realize the undead can be fooled if they're careful; difficult for someone like him not to speak much, though, of course. ]
You'll be alright. Promise.
[ Whispered. Barely spoken. He has to be careful. His lips press to her forehead tenderly for a moment. He could hold her like this through the night, her weight such a slight thing. For now, there's no need to move, though eventually he'll need to move her to a safe spot and attempt to help others. ]
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He's worked out enough to realize the undead can be fooled if they're careful; difficult for someone like him not to speak much, though, of course. ]
You'll be alright. Promise.
[ Whispered. Barely spoken. He has to be careful. His lips press to her forehead tenderly for a moment. He could hold her like this through the night, her weight such a slight thing. For now, there's no need to move, though eventually he'll need to move her to a safe spot and attempt to help others. ]