[He'd been wandering his way back to the hospital, trying to map out the town while he's at it. He's long since gotten his things from the Sheriff, now dressed in a battered uniform rather than the awkward hospital gown stowed away in a bag held in his bandaged fingers. He's tired and in pain, focused almost entirely on getting back to a bed.
It's purely reflex that has him spotting the odd figure hurrying down the sidewalk. She's a sight that has him focusing immediately, noting the bare feet and the sparse gown that was, to a tee, exactly what he'd done barely an hour ago. He reaches out to catch her shoulder with his good hand, concern written across his face.]
Hey, are you okay?
[Silly question. He's not in the best state himself, but at least he's not longer nearly naked in the snow. Shrugging his coat off his shoulders, he loops it around hers. It's a bit too big for her, but it's heavy and warm.]
Streets
It's purely reflex that has him spotting the odd figure hurrying down the sidewalk. She's a sight that has him focusing immediately, noting the bare feet and the sparse gown that was, to a tee, exactly what he'd done barely an hour ago. He reaches out to catch her shoulder with his good hand, concern written across his face.]
Hey, are you okay?
[Silly question. He's not in the best state himself, but at least he's not longer nearly naked in the snow. Shrugging his coat off his shoulders, he loops it around hers. It's a bit too big for her, but it's heavy and warm.]