“Peter,” Henley frowned sympathetically. “That’s...” She trailed off and sighed. Words couldn’t express how bad she felt for him. Losing your parents was terrible enough. It was something Henley had never had to deal with personally and she couldn’t even begin to imagine losing her own mother and father. Losing them to a monster at such a young age doubled the trauma. “That’s horrible. Even more horrible that you had to face the vampire a second time around.” It felt a little weird offering comfort to a man whose troubles were caused by a vampire. Vampires were something new to Henley. If she could learn to accept the reality of time travel, though, along with zombies, she would try to accept vampires as well.
Henley bit her lip hard as the rag rested on her wound. If the chomping hadn’t been painful enough, the remedy was definitely making up for it. She gladly took the canteen and took a drink from it. “You’re pretty good with the first aid. Is cleaning a zombie bite considered basic first aid?” She smiled just faintly. Worry was still eating away at her, but she could manage at least a little smile. If she only had a brief amount of time before she lost her humanity, she’d decided that she wouldn’t spend it acting as miserably as she felt.