[In most situations, Blake wouldn't consider herself to be one of those people— but now, in the moment, it feels necessary, and not just for his sake. If she's being honest, it's been a terribly lonely few months, which was saying something considering just how much she tended to value solitude. Though there was a moment's hesitation as she took his hand, she relaxes as his fingers curl around hers.
She's grateful for the friends she has left, Ferran most certainly among them.
When they arrive, she notes that his pack is waiting for him, and she gives a faint half-smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.]
Looks like you've already made yourself at home. That'll save time.
[She looks back to him, a concerned frown taking the place of that smile. She knows better than to ask if he's okay— he's obviously not, but she hates feeling useless when a friend is in pain. It's something she's been forced to experience far too many times in her short life.]
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She's grateful for the friends she has left, Ferran most certainly among them.
When they arrive, she notes that his pack is waiting for him, and she gives a faint half-smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.]
Looks like you've already made yourself at home. That'll save time.
[She looks back to him, a concerned frown taking the place of that smile. She knows better than to ask if he's okay— he's obviously not, but she hates feeling useless when a friend is in pain. It's something she's been forced to experience far too many times in her short life.]
Is there anything I can do for you?