[He feels almost out of breath by the time they settle in the enclosure. Jon's rubbing at his bad leg, looking around and making sure no one's grievously injured. He wouldn't forgive himself if he led them somewhere more dangerous.
But it feels good to be helping. Being useful again. The Apocalypse was so deadening as far as trying to save anyone went, this is a strange change of pace.
He seems something jut into his view and squints before looking to the person holding it. Smiles gently as he takes the bottle.]
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But it feels good to be helping. Being useful again. The Apocalypse was so deadening as far as trying to save anyone went, this is a strange change of pace.
He seems something jut into his view and squints before looking to the person holding it. Smiles gently as he takes the bottle.]
Your direction, your plan. It worked.