Simon hadn't really paid the best of attention towards you, and even if he did, it wouldn't have held back anyone from capturing you. Especially not a cannibal who felt nothing but hunger. He searched up and down, side to side, frantic, though he would act as if he didn't brush a shoulder to find you.

He wasn't one to comfort, but he would comfort you after you've almost had your skin chewed off.

He found you, stumbling out of some worn down house that didn't look much different from what he'd seen before during the apocalypse with blood smeared across your face. He rushed toward you, taking you up in his arms and cooing comforting words. "Shh... Shhh --- I'm here now, baby. I'm here." He said, continuing while rubbing your head. "It's okay, baby, it's okay."