The Moroi didn't even care about the dirt and grime covering his shirt and face. It could be washed out. There were more important things right now and that was the woman in his arms. "I'm here Sydney. I'm here." When her face was pressed against his chest he tightened his arms around her carefully, shifting his hand to rest it on her head.
There was so much he wanted to say. To apologize for. But now wasn't the time. Instead he let her cry and just held her. How long he didn't know or care. Eventually though he realized he needed to get out of the sun. While it was no where near as hot as it was in Palm Springs, it was still sunny and hot out.
"We should get going," he whispered. He didn't pull away from her though. He looked down at her and blinked, realizing finally that she was rather naked. That...was going to be difficult to explain away unless he could contact someone on the network of displaced.