[ Flynn shoves away the mild flare of—something. Desperation, something, to stay close to Yuri, not to let him out of Flynn's sight. He can't say anything like that, even if he concedes by pressing close again, lifting fingers to Yuri's face to swipe away some of the crusted frozen blood. ]
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Water first.
[ His tone is quiet, barely above a breath. ]
Wait here. Please stay awake.