[He waits, perfectly unaware of the horrifying revelations Ryder is having within the confines of her mind, a curse, it seems, that not even the apocalypse can scour from the land. Though she seems reluctant, she lets him go.

Checking on the dead, letting them go free. He hadn't expected it from her. It wasn't exactly safe for her. But he realizes that it's from looking at him that she's trying out ill-advised kindness for the dead. His expression softens, looking touched, fond, and grateful.]

I'll gather... below... Find a room... on the first floor... Get them all... together... You rest...

[Minding the other survivors is smart too. Safer for them and safer for him.]

Tonight... lead into the city... you be... ready in case...

[In case any decide to trail back up to her hideout while he away. He'd be leaving her alone again, which he doesn't like, but despite bundling her up and carrying her up the stairs, he knows she's capable.]