[Kate knows how that feels, the sheer animal panic when someone you care about might be dead. She's learned to cope with it, mostly, to keep her head straight, but she wouldn't expect that of him. After a second, she leans forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder, closing her eyes against the pounding in her skull.]
I'm okay. Just a bump on the head.
[Probably.]
He wasn't... moving right. You were just defending us.
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I'm okay. Just a bump on the head.
[Probably.]
He wasn't... moving right. You were just defending us.