bless him

[ She trusts him. So she doesn't look back at him until she hears the lock snap, and even then, she assumes it must be temporary until she looks back at him. There she stands, staring at the way he presses himself against the door, barring it. Stubbornly. Knowing she meant to collect things — clothing, weapons — and still barring the space.

It sinks in then. And it's written in her face that she understands, now. ]

I'm not staying in here while she's out there. I'll go through you if I have to.