[Come on, Hubert. Don't fall apart on him now! He doesn't think he'll be able to keep from crying himself if you keep this up.]

[With one hand on his brother's shoulder, Asbel peers around quickly. It looks like the coast is clear - at least for now. He rubs at his face with his free hand, sniffing once, and starts digging through his pocket, producing a scrap of rope. He might suck at his studies, but at least knots managed to keep his interest long enough for him to actually learn a couple in the past few months.]

Right. Sooo... I'm gonna knot this sword on in case more of those zombies show up. And we'll get going. Maybe we can even get someone to cook up some rice omelets once we get back to the ship, huh?

[It takes some fumbling, and the weapon's clearly going to drag, but it'll have to do. He can't ask Hubert to hold onto it, and he definitely can't carry it and Hubert. Running around without a weapon would be pretty stupid, too.]

There! That's good. Okay, Hubert, let's get out of here. [Asbel gives his wrist a tug.] Can you still move? Or do you need some help?