[These gestures are so soft and tendy my god. She won't feel any fever, though something cuts through the weird stop-and-go of his Panic Spin Cycle as she sets his head on her lap and brushes his hair back into place. A sense of loss and longing; something mournful and aching.

He'll just close his eyes for a moment, like he's reestablishing his bearings or maybe indulging in a bit of nostalgia.]

You should stop lying on the ground dying... It's not very comfortable. [PLEASE DON'T DIE ANYWHERE??? There's a little sigh after that, though.]

I think... being around sooo many people with all of those big, big emotions was a little much for me, ehe...