She gave him a grateful smile and gently kept her hand on his arm. She could handle the pain, really, but it helped to have something at least. However, she’d felt bad the first time she did so, she noticed it startled him, and so she slowly retracted her hand in spite of his permission to hold his arm. She didn’t want to mess his process up anyhow.<br/><br/>She listened intently to his story, taking in every detail and storing it away. Not that she would need to remember his life story or anything, but she knew that If it was important enough that he was telling her, the least she could do is listen. She raises her eyebrows when he spoke of his early set disease, having never heard of such a thing before. As he spoke of his parents and what they’d done for him, she felt his pain. Now, he wasn’t very vocal about it, but it’s something that she was good at, sensing pain at least. She knew when people were hurting, even if they themselves never said so. She could connect the dots when he spoke of losing his parents, but decided not to comment on it. Besides, if he hadn’t seen them visibly pass, couldn’t they still be alive? I mean, here they were, sitting in a cave, who’s to say they aren’t doing the same. She hesitantly rubbed his arm, knowing that sometimes saying nothing was better than saying something.<br/><br/>As he finished up and tied the string, she noticed his stutter and smirked, deciding to give him at least a little crap for it. She sat up and pulled her shirt down, zipping her jacket up “Sorry, can’t help being this attractive, I was born with it.” She winked, laughing as she gathered her things and put them back in her bag. “Thank you, you did pretty damn well if you ask me.” She turned and looked out the mouth of the cave, noticing the dying dust and sighed in relief, knowing they wouldn’t have to stay trapped much longer. She also knew that another coughing fit could rip these sutures right open, it’s safe to say she was glad to see the winds go.<br/><br/>She twisted her waist to stretch and test the bindings, genuinely impressed with the quality of them. She looked over to him as he wasn’t looking and took the small amount of time to study him. She smiles to herself and faced ahead of her, leaning back.<br/><br/>“How’s the leg?”