[ It’s difficult to watch the fight go out of her, like the air let out of a balloon. With the hand still in place on her shoulder, he gives a light squeeze, something he means to be grounding and reassuring, though at present he doesn’t especially feel sure of much.
He straightens from his crouch, slipping his glove back on before he accepts her bag and slips it over his own shoulder. ]
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He straightens from his crouch, slipping his glove back on before he accepts her bag and slips it over his own shoulder. ]
Are you fit to make the trek back?