He isn't entirely sure why he moves. Just knows that this is a familiar face. Maybe not for the best of reasons, granted, but this is a face he knows adores the child now gone as much, if not more than he does.
Glassy, blank gaze meets his, finally. And it's... hard to describe the sensation that rips through the lombax in that moment, makes even his tail droop. He'd... forgotten how much this apprehension, this sorrow, this everything... forgot how much he hates it...
He actually pauses a second to laugh, soft and joyless. Kneels down next to the armadillo, hand still on that shoulder. Glances at a face sweet even when lifeless, before he seeks that darkening blue gaze again.
"...me an' Chii were jus' talkin' 'bout that, y'know. 'bout how even the smartest most awesomest people c'n do stupid stuff..."
He gives another pause, before starting, louder, and to no one in particular, "...c'n someone get a towel on her bed er somethin'? Dunno 'bout anyone else, but when I died, thought it was kinda nice t'wake up on somethin' soft..."
Squeezes the armadillo's shoulder, encouraging. Almost prompting. "...y'wanna lay her down...?"