[He can move her with relative ease. She's not struggling... but she's entirely dead weight. No breathing. No movement. No body heat. The position he settles her in may well be comfy, but she gives no real indication of comfort. There are very few differences between her and a charred corpse right now.
Although his insistence on talking and being concerned does barely, just barely rouse her. One eye opens. It fixes on him.]
...go.
[And it closes. The daytime is weighing on her far too heavily. Sleep can no longer be resisted.]
Maybe we can fast forward to the evening? :o
Although his insistence on talking and being concerned does barely, just barely rouse her. One eye opens. It fixes on him.]
...go.
[And it closes. The daytime is weighing on her far too heavily. Sleep can no longer be resisted.]