[He shakes his head at Sylvain's apology. It's not like he could have known.]
It was very heroic of you.
[Humor mixed with reassurance, as much as current circumstances will allow of either one. As they run, Wilhelm masks his nose and mouth with his sleeve again. He's so focused on the problem of the fire — which is more than enough for his jittery brain to juggle — that it doesn't even occur to him to worry about dragons or dark mages or anything like that.
When Sylvain's steps falter, Wilhelm follows his horrified gaze to the hill of rubble. He doesn't need to know what once stood in its place to feel the impact of all those crumbled stones and broken beams. He reaches out to press a hand to Sylvain's shoulder, gives a squeeze.]
We have to...we have to keep going. This way, right?
[He wishes he could say that everyone probably made it out all right, but he can't make that promise so frivolously.]
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It was very heroic of you.
[Humor mixed with reassurance, as much as current circumstances will allow of either one. As they run, Wilhelm masks his nose and mouth with his sleeve again. He's so focused on the problem of the fire — which is more than enough for his jittery brain to juggle — that it doesn't even occur to him to worry about dragons or dark mages or anything like that.
When Sylvain's steps falter, Wilhelm follows his horrified gaze to the hill of rubble. He doesn't need to know what once stood in its place to feel the impact of all those crumbled stones and broken beams. He reaches out to press a hand to Sylvain's shoulder, gives a squeeze.]
We have to...we have to keep going. This way, right?
[He wishes he could say that everyone probably made it out all right, but he can't make that promise so frivolously.]