[ Sober words and hardly ones that he wants to depart with instead of something bright and cheery, but he can't quite muster up the gusto he'd need for that. So with one final look back at her, wiping blood from her nose, he turns and goes, his features squeezing tight once he's no longer facing her.
It won't take him long, to find some soup for them, even in this climate, but any time away from her feels like too long these days. After all, it could only take a handful of seconds for something to go terribly wrong, and his stomach is in tight knots the entire time he is away. Is she still okay? What would he come home to this time?
They're questions impossible not to ask himself. She has her plague - and this is his. ]
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[ Sober words and hardly ones that he wants to depart with instead of something bright and cheery, but he can't quite muster up the gusto he'd need for that. So with one final look back at her, wiping blood from her nose, he turns and goes, his features squeezing tight once he's no longer facing her.
It won't take him long, to find some soup for them, even in this climate, but any time away from her feels like too long these days. After all, it could only take a handful of seconds for something to go terribly wrong, and his stomach is in tight knots the entire time he is away. Is she still okay? What would he come home to this time?
They're questions impossible not to ask himself. She has her plague - and this is his. ]