The words echo strangely in his head. Every other sound recedes for a heartbeat or so, into a vast dead silence, and then comes back. As if reality lost power for a second. You're one of the ones -
Straggle of scarlet across a small face, like trickles of blood.
- Soldat?
He breathes in. Squeezes her hand slightly, by way of answer, and reaches over to brush her hair back with his right. "Hat. Gloves. We're going shopping."