[She smiles at that, glancing at him with an expression that is both fond and utterly exhausted. Will always thinks of others, even when he is hurt, and his thoughtfulness never fails to warm her heart. She knows she should look after herself too, but Will always comes first. Always.]
Yes, it would be bad, wouldn't it? [She says softly, as she guides him through the gate and to safety.]
You needn't worry about me, sweet boy. We'll worry about you first.
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Yes, it would be bad, wouldn't it? [She says softly, as she guides him through the gate and to safety.]
You needn't worry about me, sweet boy. We'll worry about you first.