[ It makes her feel ill to look at him. She's angrier than she's ever been in this place but it's buried under a great heavy layer of fear and powerlessness. When she sees his face it all comes rushing up into her throat and she has to swallow before she can say anything. ]
I... yes, of course.
[ As if she'd leave him by himself tonight of all nights.
She hurries over to him, her gaze firmly on his face. Her desire to look anywhere but at the arm PAL stamped on him is transparent but she can't help it. ]
no subject
I... yes, of course.
[ As if she'd leave him by himself tonight of all nights.
She hurries over to him, her gaze firmly on his face. Her desire to look anywhere but at the arm PAL stamped on him is transparent but she can't help it. ]
You're not... in pain or anything are you?