[His head - well, that's something he knows about, though he doubts neurosurgery is exactly called for in this situation. At least, knowing what he does about this place and about what this boy has gone through, what all of them have gone through when they stumble out of here in the morning.]
Take it easy. Let's find somewhere to sit down, rest up for a few minutes.
[He doesn't want to tell him how he ended up in there, doesn't want to be the one who informs him that he died, somehow, out in the frozen wilderness. He offers a hand, smiling slightly but without much depth of humour. It's a cold, bright morning, and he squints against the light.]
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Take it easy. Let's find somewhere to sit down, rest up for a few minutes.
[He doesn't want to tell him how he ended up in there, doesn't want to be the one who informs him that he died, somehow, out in the frozen wilderness. He offers a hand, smiling slightly but without much depth of humour. It's a cold, bright morning, and he squints against the light.]
I'll take a look at your head.