[Hector's hand freezes mid-stroke. Memories of smoke and of a pyre burnt to rubble flood his mind.]
No, I can make no promise...none but to try.
[He withdraws his hand. He has been touching Isaac to reassure himself; he knows not what comfort or discomfort Isaac takes from it. Likely none. He's made it clear to Hector he wants none of Hector's affection.
Unstopping his canteen, he pours a capful of water to offer to Isaac.]
You'll drag no one anywhere tonight. Rest now.
[Tomorrow, Isaac can have the breakfast he wanted, and another round of healing. After that? Hector cannot say.]
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No, I can make no promise...none but to try.
[He withdraws his hand. He has been touching Isaac to reassure himself; he knows not what comfort or discomfort Isaac takes from it. Likely none. He's made it clear to Hector he wants none of Hector's affection.
Unstopping his canteen, he pours a capful of water to offer to Isaac.]
You'll drag no one anywhere tonight. Rest now.
[Tomorrow, Isaac can have the breakfast he wanted, and another round of healing. After that? Hector cannot say.]