She'd come up here to try and help him shake off what happened to him enough to be able to eat something and get some rest, especially looking as ragged as he did, and now here she is, sitting here needing some reassurance of her own. Her hand tightens under his touch, but relents and merely lets her hands rest loose in the folds of her skirt.
"[No, it's okay. There's no real use running away from what happened, considering where we are. I don't have any reason to be cagey about it.]" She is, however, bitter as hell, the more she's thought it over since the first time she'd mentioned it to begin with.
Looking back up at him, Magne carefully reaches back up to take the hand that had touched hers, broad fingers around the back of his hand with her thumb against his palm.
"[But I didn't come up here for a personal pity party. If you were killed point blank, someone needs to answer for it. As for finding a doctor...well. I've heard there's been an influx of those lately. If you'd like, when I'm officially off for the evening, I can walk with you to find them.]" Something to help him feel less like he needs to stare over his shoulder to keep from being shot again.
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"[No, it's okay. There's no real use running away from what happened, considering where we are. I don't have any reason to be cagey about it.]" She is, however, bitter as hell, the more she's thought it over since the first time she'd mentioned it to begin with.
Looking back up at him, Magne carefully reaches back up to take the hand that had touched hers, broad fingers around the back of his hand with her thumb against his palm.
"[But I didn't come up here for a personal pity party. If you were killed point blank, someone needs to answer for it. As for finding a doctor...well. I've heard there's been an influx of those lately. If you'd like, when I'm officially off for the evening, I can walk with you to find them.]" Something to help him feel less like he needs to stare over his shoulder to keep from being shot again.