It mattered more than she knew. Guy would have told her that had she voiced those thoughts aloud. The fact that some tried to mend things, even futilely, in the face of destruction gave him tremendous hope. It helped him feel human. Since death was inevitable, how people were forced to live before it mattered more than ever.

Even as the antiseptic stung his face, the fact she and others still cared enough to try helped make the sting of this place go away just slightly.

"Oooow ow ow," he said quietly, but he only flinched slightly, trying to hold still as best as he could. "What happened to His Giantness, anyway? Is he back at your camp?"