[ Perhaps just a little, but if there's anything to read off of her expression, it's complicated. Mostly sorrow, both for the corpses she covers and the topic of Gabriel they're amidst, the little bite of her lip as gears turn, but she could be thinking about anything, quite honestly. The distracted tone to her hum acknowledges his response, only a touch dubious— more dismayed than anything for how true that is.
She's trying so hard not to project wants and wishes on this man; it's clear he's had a rough enough life without her adding to it.
Angela had iced his knee early on, after all. She doesn't forget wounds. Isn't that all the more reason he's been wary around her? And all the trekking has done him zero favors in healing, no matter how she may have urged him to rest and elevate his leg once they set up camp and hunkered down each night. ]
It's been made no easier with the constant activity and stress put upon it. I hope you've been remembering to ice it and keep your leg up when you can?
[ The look she gives him is almost apologetic— that she can't do more, that she's fussing, that she's burdening him with her thoughts at all. Yet she picks up her staff and triggers it when it's nearing his direction, hopefully providing a bit of a boost and some temporary pain relief. Just a quick zap, really, because any more wouldn't do him any good— then she's climbing to her feet. ]
I should let them know that there's more people to remove, now. Try to clear a wider path to allow more people through and begin the burials before it's dark.
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She's trying so hard not to project wants and wishes on this man; it's clear he's had a rough enough life without her adding to it.
Angela had iced his knee early on, after all. She doesn't forget wounds. Isn't that all the more reason he's been wary around her? And all the trekking has done him zero favors in healing, no matter how she may have urged him to rest and elevate his leg once they set up camp and hunkered down each night. ]
It's been made no easier with the constant activity and stress put upon it. I hope you've been remembering to ice it and keep your leg up when you can?
[ The look she gives him is almost apologetic— that she can't do more, that she's fussing, that she's burdening him with her thoughts at all. Yet she picks up her staff and triggers it when it's nearing his direction, hopefully providing a bit of a boost and some temporary pain relief. Just a quick zap, really, because any more wouldn't do him any good— then she's climbing to her feet. ]
I should let them know that there's more people to remove, now. Try to clear a wider path to allow more people through and begin the burials before it's dark.