[Each thing he does, the words or the gestures, fill in the colour of his hard lines and sharp edges. He's hurt, alone-- mistreated almost certainly. Reminds her of a girl sh knew once upon a time. Age and experience have taught her the value of extending compassion.]

No one's saying you have to. But you'll get cold down here, and I don't think there's anything edible nearby. How do you feel about rope? I might be able to make a ladder...