- are you okay? - he said almost affirmatively to himself. He gets up, all his knees are covered in wet mud, but he doesn’t disdain and, approaching you, extends his hand. - we need to move further and faster. - he says You take his hand and he pulls you towards you, putting out his free hand to catch you if something happens. He touches you gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face. - be near. - he said without letting go of your hand.