[He hears the creaks while he's out looking for the blanket. For a moment, it gives him pause. Did they draw the dead? Or merely rouse the ones in the higher floors. Either way, it makes him uneasy.

He also hears her relief when she's back. It tugs a smile up on the remainder of his face.]

If you were... a ghost... this would be... easier... but a lot more... sad...

[He draps the sheet over her shoulders and it drapes down far enough. Good.]

Just want to... have a barrier... when I scoop you up... Ready...?

[Here goes...]