[Terror washes over him, but it's a familiar enough feeling now that he pushes right through it, skidding to a halt beside her and gingerly putting his arms around her to support her up, dropping the shirt he was carrying (he was wearing it, but it had gotten too warm) to free his hands. Pulling her close results in another outfit ruined (the third one, he takes note at the back of his head) but he doesn't even care.]
Nadia! Nadia, can you hear me? Nod once if you can hear me. It's Ken.
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Nadia! Nadia, can you hear me? Nod once if you can hear me. It's Ken.