Re: Eddie/Muerte
[The manic edge to her own eyes fades just enough for her to frown as she's suddenly close enough to hold him up, push him back against a section of the stairs' half-wall. Too close for normal comfort, but trying to support him.] Eddie... Stop that... [The frown grows deeper, but slowly, as if it's a struggle.] Why do you feel so sick? [It's a soft question, worried.] Don't pass out here. I don't think I'm in any condition to get you someplace else.