[ At the slightest hint that Dimitri is trying to rise to his feet, Link springs into action, jumping up to his own so he can step to Dimitri's side. He is careful not to touch him — he would not presume that such a thing would be welcome from anyone right now, even someone Dimitri knew well, and that's putting aside the fact that he has no right to touch a king without permission — but he hovers next to him, one hand vaguely held out in a quiet offer of assistance. Watching him rise, listening to his labored breaths of cold air, Link does have reason to worry. He's seen something terrible. Link can't imagine the extent of the wounds that might have been reopened. ]
The... the grief. The grief is still there.
[ Frowning gently, his eyes move to the roots again. Although he has no way of knowing exactly what Dimitri is referring to by "it," it's not difficult to parse the general idea.
He does not have it in him to look Dimitri in the eye once he's standing. Intentionally glancing back towards the way they came, he murmurs firmly, ] We need to get out of this place.
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The... the grief. The grief is still there.
[ Frowning gently, his eyes move to the roots again. Although he has no way of knowing exactly what Dimitri is referring to by "it," it's not difficult to parse the general idea.
He does not have it in him to look Dimitri in the eye once he's standing. Intentionally glancing back towards the way they came, he murmurs firmly, ] We need to get out of this place.