[ Guilt seeps through as he realizes he doesn't have his anger as muted as he thought, and he considers pulling back his hand but... maybe he shouldn't? She's clearly trying to calm him down. He strokes his thumb gently over the back of her hand instead, falling into step beside her, his knife gripped tightly in his free hand just in case they come across something between here and there. It isn't far, though, they might get lucky. ]
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...I'm sorry.