He doesn't make hardly any sound, though his breathing comes a little faster, heavy and ragged as Dis binds up his arm. Everything is throbbing, his multitude of relatively minor wounds all thronging together to make it feel much worse than it is. Frerin blinks away tears, not sure if they're from the pain or the aching grief.

He looks up at her because she's trying so hard, he can see it. It's in her voice, her movements. Dis has always done her best to take the place of their mother, to fill the gap that she had left and take care of her brothers, and Frerin is grateful for that, more than he could ever say.

"Not hard at all." His voice is near a whisper, and his smile is utterly forced. He leans his forehead against hers and closes his eyes.

"Dis...I think I need to lie down."