08-20-2012, 05:45 PM
He would go, "WHARBARGL."
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[/html]He tried to reach out for her, but he hesitated every time. How could he know what to do? When he'd been hurting, he couldn't remember if he wanted to see a friendly face or be left alone. Most days, it had been a bit of a mix of both, but he had always been too afraid to leave his cave. He had feared so much, from social ostracism to just being outside of somewhere familiar. He wished he could help, but he was no medic and Gemma clearly needed some sort of healing. He doubted that even the most skilled medic could not provide such a thing.[/html]
"Guh-Gemma, wuh-we nuh-need to guh-get yuh-you to... a muh-medic... o-o-or... at luh-least... let me... clean thuh-this u-u-u-u-up... a bit," he said. "Yuh-you'll feel..." he started, but then stopped. He slowly raised his eyes from her shoulder, where he'd been gazing, to search for her eyes. If he said it would make her feel better, would that be lying? He tried to reach out again, but left his hand hovering in the air. He shifted to move it so that he could place it on her shoulder, if she would allow him.
"Luh-let me... help you, puh-please," he said. He wanted to do anything if it meant she could stop crying just for a little while.[html]