The last thing Sanae sees before she loses consciousness is him rushing over to her. His expression is one that mirrors her own panic, and right before eyes close she'll see him suddenly grabbing one wrist with the other hand, showing more confusion and fear then she'll ever see on him.

He's confused, bewildered, and yes, scared.



When next she awakens she'll feel cold and wet, her good cheek resting on that hand-made scarf she'd packed for him. Rain falls on her, and while Lu Meng's done his best to wrap her up in the very quilt that she had prepared for him, he can't prevent drops of water from sliding down her bangs, dripping onto her face. Perhaps that's how she came to; the water is certainly very cold and uncomfortable. But he's wrapped her injured jaw very well and tight, so although his steps are not very even or stable it won't be too jostled about.

And her simple quilt has been put to good use. It's well-made and long enough that he can tie her to him. Her arms are over his shoulders, also kept in place with the quilt that's been wrapped around her and his body together. Meanwhile her legs are dangling above the ground, knees bent, his hands (if she's aware enough, she'll be able to feel that he's wrapped them in bandages) hooking underneath her legs to hold her up and let her lean her body weight on his back.

She can't see his expression, and he doesn't respond when she begins to stir. But he keeps on moving, step by painful, slow step.