Subject: She drops her head near to him, blowing warm breath upon him so that he might know he wasn't alone, and yet she did not touch him, for he was injured, and touching another, or vice-versa, was still odd for her. "Easy, Gangsta, easy... Lie down and stir not, for it's not wise to do such. Death is out calling for Shadowfax's aid, and he shall return quickly. Just lie down and be still, and all will be well..." She speaks softly and confidently, her voice soothing and reassuring, though her heart betrays her. She knew he had been badly hurt to lose conciousness, and yet she knew that she had to be strong, for Gangsta, for Death... |