[ He slips again, and once more she's by his side - kneeling down as concern and worry propels her actions, uncaring if he may present a danger to her. None of that matters, when he's so clearly in distress. How can he expect her to just leave him? Especially when those scars tell her that he's had to deal with this for so long. ]
I'm not leaving you like this. [ Softly spoken, but firm all the same. With how unsteady he is now, she'll be reaching for the controller and robot to carry herself; tucking both under an arm so one is still free.
And with that arm she reaches for his - she never likes touching someone unless given an okay, but it seems less and less likely he can walk on his own. So she'll help him back to his feet, urging him to lean against her if he's still unsteady. She may not have much in the way of muscle, but she does have some strength from years upon years of fighting. ]
Come on, let's move somewhere else.
[ This is still a little out in the open, so time to duck behind some of the rocks. ]
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I'm not leaving you like this. [ Softly spoken, but firm all the same. With how unsteady he is now, she'll be reaching for the controller and robot to carry herself; tucking both under an arm so one is still free.
And with that arm she reaches for his - she never likes touching someone unless given an okay, but it seems less and less likely he can walk on his own. So she'll help him back to his feet, urging him to lean against her if he's still unsteady. She may not have much in the way of muscle, but she does have some strength from years upon years of fighting. ]
Come on, let's move somewhere else.
[ This is still a little out in the open, so time to duck behind some of the rocks. ]