[her voice is nearly a whisper. Her eyes grow even wider, and she feels lightheaded as she scrutinizes his face again. Her legs feel weak—and that's when she notices that his own legs are shaking. No wonder; they're so thin that it's a miracle they can even hold him up at all.]
[he's weak and naked and it's cold—the wind chills her through the layers of her scavenged sweater and her shirt, so it must be worse for him. She pushes the question of how is this boy actually Al away and finally moves, reaching him in two long strides and holding her arms out out for him to take.]
Here—here, hold onto me; lets get you inside first.
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[her voice is nearly a whisper. Her eyes grow even wider, and she feels lightheaded as she scrutinizes his face again. Her legs feel weak—and that's when she notices that his own legs are shaking. No wonder; they're so thin that it's a miracle they can even hold him up at all.]
[he's weak and naked and it's cold—the wind chills her through the layers of her scavenged sweater and her shirt, so it must be worse for him. She pushes the question of how is this boy actually Al away and finally moves, reaching him in two long strides and holding her arms out out for him to take.]
Here—here, hold onto me; lets get you inside first.