[Frustration from the dead is a confusing concept. Yet, that's all he can see this as. He looks at her, confused, then slowly raises his hand up. It comes to rest on her bowed hed. He strokes her hair back.
And his other hand goes to try and pull hers from her teeth. He speaks gently.]
You shouldn't... We don't heal... you'll make your... hand worse...
[He knows such scolding is pointless. He still feels the need to say it.]
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And his other hand goes to try and pull hers from her teeth. He speaks gently.]
You shouldn't... We don't heal... you'll make your... hand worse...
[He knows such scolding is pointless. He still feels the need to say it.]
I'll find you... something else... okay...?