[The start of a sound gets Guren to look up at Dex's face, but when nothing more comes, his heart sinks a little. He can't speak again? Guren lifts a hand to rest gently against Dextera's cheek.]
Hey. [He's cleaning wounds, bandaging with better materials that took a little more scrounging up— he'll do whatever he can. But seeing that sad face is too much.] Don't worry. We're both alive. That's what matters.
[So, he'll stop beating himself up (outwardly), and hopefully Dextera won't want to beat himself up, either. His hand drops away, joining the other at taking a look at injuries, tugging at Dextera's clothes to move them out of the way if he has to.]
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Hey. [He's cleaning wounds, bandaging with better materials that took a little more scrounging up— he'll do whatever he can. But seeing that sad face is too much.] Don't worry. We're both alive. That's what matters.
[So, he'll stop beating himself up (outwardly), and hopefully Dextera won't want to beat himself up, either. His hand drops away, joining the other at taking a look at injuries, tugging at Dextera's clothes to move them out of the way if he has to.]
So stay that way.