[Carter frowns again when she motions at her neck, not sure what to make of this. He certainly doesn't expect her to have died, the notion of people coming back from the dead is very new to him and he's never experienced it outside of Mathias. Someone dying means losing the battle to him. Death is it.
So what he does instead is leaning in, inspecting her neck for any kind of injury. Is she hurt? Is there something there? It's hard to tell in this flurry... Maybe he can take a closer look once they've found some shelter. Looks like she can walk, that's good.
He keeps his arm ready to support her in case she stumbles, leaving their walking speed up to her.]
Can you write?
[It's automatic, he knows she can hear him but still his hand comes up for some cursive motions as they make their way back over to town.]
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So what he does instead is leaning in, inspecting her neck for any kind of injury. Is she hurt? Is there something there? It's hard to tell in this flurry... Maybe he can take a closer look once they've found some shelter. Looks like she can walk, that's good.
He keeps his arm ready to support her in case she stumbles, leaving their walking speed up to her.]
Can you write?
[It's automatic, he knows she can hear him but still his hand comes up for some cursive motions as they make their way back over to town.]
I can probably get you some paper. A pen.