I was crouched down in front of the hole I cut, and I reached in, ready to grab his clothes or ankle if he wasn't strong enough to give me his hand.
But his hand landed in mine as if it belonged there, and I pulled him out with ease.
When I sat him up and patted his clothes to get rid of most of the earth, I looked at his face and saw that he was as white as a ghost.
I bit my cheek hard and pulled him to me to again transfer it.
Henry grabbed the back of my head to pull me closer, apparently always strong enough for that. His tongue speedily found the bleeding wound and stroked over it as if he was trying to console me.
I chuckled, finally letting go because we were in the company of a child, before I took another look at him.
His weakened state hadn't changed.
I used the giant's power to pull out every bit of power he had; was he now paying the price for my actions? Why the fuck can't I heal him?
"Sorry." I put my forehead against his.
