His hands lift and hover as Nill struggles with her pain and ultimately falls to her knees. He doesn't know what to do, what to try, or what's even wrong, to the point that her eventual answer only garners a frustrated snap. "Well of course it hurts. You think I can't see this?" But it's not her he's mad at: it's his lack of knowing on all fronts.

He ends up settling his fingertips delicately at her shoulders, barely even touching, but feeling the need for some kind of contact.

"You should have said something." His voice is softer, worried. His head turns, looking off to either side of them. "Damn, I wish there was some water around here. What do you need? Just rest? What can I do?"