[ Sorry. He’s either too fast, too frazzled, too hopeful to pay much heed to the warning; it’s all intense.
There’s no pulse. His expression shifts, and he respectfully places hands to at least… move her a little. If he can, before her body disappears or something. He just doesn’t want to see her in a heap of limbs when she was once a living and breathing person before.
no subject
There’s no pulse. His expression shifts, and he respectfully places hands to at least… move her a little. If he can, before her body disappears or something. He just doesn’t want to see her in a heap of limbs when she was once a living and breathing person before.
Sorry he’s sniffling. ]