[ He follows easily beneath the guidance of her hands, his heart sinking back into its customary space, though a soft gasp escapes him when she slips the ice beneath his neck. It's a shock to his system, but not enough to really rouse him from the onset of exhaustion that sweeps over him. He's had a rather eventful evening, and...the road ahead of him isn't exactly sunny. He still believes in her promise, though. He will see again. And everything else...

Well. He'll keep working on everything else. ]

You got it. As long as you promise me you will, too.

[ He knows she's likely to ignore him, but she's so clearly exhausted, and probably needs rest just as much as any of them who have fallen ill. But he won't belabor the point. Not now, when he's fading fast, the memory of her touch and her warmth softening the edges of his mind so it's easier to slip into that half-asleep, half-awake state.

Blindly, he reaches for her hand, before she can move too far away. ]

...Will you come back tomorrow? I...want to take more about home with you.

[ Finally, finally, he's ready to talk about it with someone. With her.]