[Caitlyn offers a smile in return; faint, exhausted, but sincere.]
Thank you.
[She wraps a grateful arm around his shoulders, letting him bear the weight of her injured leg. There's more she wants to ask him, much more, and she can see the stress in his smile, the way he moves, and wishes she could do something to help. But he's right. They need to get moving.
In the dim light she can just about make out a doorknob. Leaning rather heavily on him, she hobbles towards it.]
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Thank you.
[She wraps a grateful arm around his shoulders, letting him bear the weight of her injured leg. There's more she wants to ask him, much more, and she can see the stress in his smile, the way he moves, and wishes she could do something to help. But he's right. They need to get moving.
In the dim light she can just about make out a doorknob. Leaning rather heavily on him, she hobbles towards it.]