[His hand holds on to hers and that's all he really has for her, the touch and the reminder people are coming. Things he says to people all the time, whether it's true or not. They're sick, they're bleeding and all he can do is tell them things will be alright and he'll see them through it all. He believes it this time, even though he knows there are times he's talking out of his ass. He doesn't let her go, not until they have their rescue. And like every other time; there's a rush of relief not unlike a set of ambulance lights on a dark and rainy road.]
[ooc; good to cut? I'm still up for floral business, even as a backtag fyi!]