She's willful. It's in the blood, Soldat. That she's absolutely just seeing things from a different perspective, at the end of the day, is only as important. It stings a little to see him crawling, but it's nice enough seeing him at rest again. Hand meets hair. Careful brushes.

"I'm not going anywhere." His gaze is held, if sadly. "Nothing in this place is taking me out of commission, and I'm too smart for fool's errands. I'll be right here."