Markus nodded and frowned out the windows, then down at his leg. He'd been carrying on a quiet conversation with Connor in his head since they left the ruined bar and he'd promised to make to the basement. He didn't intend to fail. Hanging onto the blanket with one hand and the chair with the other, he pushed himself to his feet.
"I won't f-forget your compassion, Gale." He limped carefully towards the stairwell. "Be safe."