[Confronting her isn't really his ideal place to be, either, when he doesn't know her, or what's going on, or if it's dangerous beyond what has felt like a fever building up under his skin the last few hours--but he does know it'd be more dangerous to let a sick person wander away from help and shelter.]
There's no one there.
[He skips backward apace to match her, arms spread in the hopes casting a wide net with long limbs will be enough to stall her progress.]
Listen-- [Damn it. Though loath to grab her, he can't let her chase the dead, whoever she's so obviously desperate to reunite with. He thrusts his arm out in the path of her midriff and locks it, a bar in the way.] No one's there, okay? It's the sickness. Stop. It's not safe.
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There's no one there.
[He skips backward apace to match her, arms spread in the hopes casting a wide net with long limbs will be enough to stall her progress.]
Listen-- [Damn it. Though loath to grab her, he can't let her chase the dead, whoever she's so obviously desperate to reunite with. He thrusts his arm out in the path of her midriff and locks it, a bar in the way.] No one's there, okay? It's the sickness. Stop. It's not safe.