[--no] Amati? [When he gets no answer he lowers his face into your hair again, a low whine of pain starting in his throat and gaining until it turns loud with despair. It's only when he's out of breath that it turns into dry, tearless sobs, and he clings to your body with whatever strength he has left. He could go on. But all his will to fight is gone with his worst fear becoming true, and he just lowers himself to the ground, still careful with you, and lies there, holding and tangled, eyes closed, just waiting for the sun to knock him out]
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Amati?
[When he gets no answer he lowers his face into your hair again, a low whine of pain starting in his throat and gaining until it turns loud with despair. It's only when he's out of breath that it turns into dry, tearless sobs, and he clings to your body with whatever strength he has left.
He could go on. But all his will to fight is gone with his worst fear becoming true, and he just lowers himself to the ground, still careful with you, and lies there, holding and tangled, eyes closed, just waiting for the sun to knock him out]