[She knew Cain's death was synonymous to taking away the first and foremost reason Abel had for carrying on (though if she doubted before, it certainly was clear now), and one needs a drive to motivate them in pushing forward. It's why she had to draft up a cause, though she knew it was going to be difficult from the start. Weak and artificial as it is, he needed some form of reason to not give up. A direction, as vague as it may be, until they leave this forsaken carnival behind and Cain returns.
His eyes are still clouded, but they're also on her now. She couldn't come up with any other recourse, not on such a short notice. So...
Lean on her for now, if he's become unable to walk for himself. Keep moving... for her, whatever that may be worth, if there really is absolutely nothing else.
She quietly breathes out and pulls back, but doesn't break eye contact. The very idea of looking away feels worrisome right now, somehow. Not when she takes a brief second to bend over either, to pick up the revolver that he's previously dropped. (She'll be holding it by the barrel.) After that however, the atmosphere loosens, the dull glow of the barrier disappears, and the Keys behind them are dispelled. She tilts sideways, ready to fall in step at his side this time, and reaches her free hand out to grasp onto his. Eyes soft but still gently urging, she gives the hold a small squeeze as she takes one step forward. It's not much, but any action will have to speak for her support. Mm, the small things can add up...
Ready to go, now? He may be following her, but she won't have him walk behind her. At least like that, he won't get lost again either?]
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His eyes are still clouded, but they're also on her now. She couldn't come up with any other recourse, not on such a short notice. So...
Lean on her for now, if he's become unable to walk for himself. Keep moving... for her, whatever that may be worth, if there really is absolutely nothing else.
She quietly breathes out and pulls back, but doesn't break eye contact. The very idea of looking away feels worrisome right now, somehow. Not when she takes a brief second to bend over either, to pick up the revolver that he's previously dropped. (She'll be holding it by the barrel.) After that however, the atmosphere loosens, the dull glow of the barrier disappears, and the Keys behind them are dispelled. She tilts sideways, ready to fall in step at his side this time, and reaches her free hand out to grasp onto his. Eyes soft but still gently urging, she gives the hold a small squeeze as she takes one step forward. It's not much, but any action will have to speak for her support. Mm, the small things can add up...
Ready to go, now? He may be following her, but she won't have him walk behind her. At least like that, he won't get lost again either?]