He couldn't quite make out the exchange between the woman who'd saved him and the dark-haired one that came out of the fortress. But it was apparently rather brief as his cheerful companion returned shortly to give him the good news that they were being allowed entry to this supposed safe haven. In truth, his practical nature was suspicious of how quickly they'd been accepted. If he'd had the energy, he would've been openly questioning their willingness to take them in. Much less someone who would be of no immediate use to them.<br/><br/>He saw the hopefulness in his companion's eyes and perhaps it was what little was left of his compassion that stayed his tongue. Or, perhaps it was simply the dryness. Either way, her joy would not be destroyed by his practical skepticism. At least not today.<br/><br/>Though even in his weakened state, his eyes sharply followed the others they passed in the car on their way through the gate. He didn't trust anyone any more, but if he was going to trust someone it would be the person in the driver's seat. That was his conclusion.<br/><br/>Once they were parked, the woman even came around to offer her assistance. He hadn't moved a muscle really, even at the sight of the strangers. But at her behest, he nodded in a resigned manner. Begrudgingly, he was able to force his upper body into an upright position as opposed to practically laid down position he'd been in. It took much effort, coughing in the process. He could only stare at the hand she offered for a good long second, thinking about it and in the end taking it. There wasn't an possible way he'd be removing himself from her car without the extra help. And with a large heave, she'd managed to give him the momentum he needed. And just like that, he'd made it out of the confinement of the vehicle, stumbling slightly from the weight of his own body.<br/><br/>Even from such ordinary typical movements, his head was woozy. He allowed himself to lean against the side of the car for support, his chest heavy for breath. He swallowed dryly, wishing for more water and nodding his thanks to the kind woman. It was a dangerous thing to be kind. Or happy. He wasn't quite sure what he made of someone who was both, but he imagined it wouldn't bode well.