[ There can't be many left, just the ones with projectiles. No big deal. She's keeping pace with him alright, but her harsh and choppy breath isn't entirely reassuring. Not that he's doing too much better after the fighting, but whatever, he's not quite wedging words in between gasps yet. ]
Pretty sure it was this way--maybe... left, a little. Hey, you okay?
[ Herding the both of them in an appropriately slightly leftward trajectory, his hand squeezes hers again; after vaulting a small ditch, he can spare her a look longer than a fleeting glance. More than a little twinged with concern. ]
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Pretty sure it was this way--maybe... left, a little. Hey, you okay?
[ Herding the both of them in an appropriately slightly leftward trajectory, his hand squeezes hers again; after vaulting a small ditch, he can spare her a look longer than a fleeting glance. More than a little twinged with concern. ]