[ Ned nods slowly, running a hand through his hair and letting out a slow, shaky breath. His thoughts are sluggish and disjointed. He doesn't know what he should do first, say first. Behind it all, he can feel guilt poised to strike. He hadn't gone out to help, had stayed behind, and Wallie had gotten killed. All logic points to the fact that it's hardly his fault, alone, if his fault at all, but logic has no power over his predisposition towards guilt and self-loathing. But all of it is strangely distant, for now. He knows it will hit him, and hit him hard, but he still can't quite believe that it's true. He wasn't even all that close to Wallie, but he seemed such a decent, such a pleasant person ]
[ His attention turns to Lydia, to the expression of horror fixed on her face. He doesn't know if this is the first time she's seen a dead body, much less touched one. Ned takes a few steps closer to her, looks concerned ]
You gonna be okay? [ Even if this is her first time seeing a body she seems - to Ned, anyway - unduly alarmed ]
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[ His attention turns to Lydia, to the expression of horror fixed on her face. He doesn't know if this is the first time she's seen a dead body, much less touched one. Ned takes a few steps closer to her, looks concerned ]
You gonna be okay? [ Even if this is her first time seeing a body she seems - to Ned, anyway - unduly alarmed ]