[Ronan lets Adam touch his arm, but he resists the requests to rest- they have too much to do, and the sooner they do it then the sooner they can be rid of the body nearby. Still, it'll be good to catch his breath, and he sets the shovel down, leaning against the handle of it for a moment while he regains his bearings.
It's hard not to look at the body- almost as if he'd forgotten it in the time he'd been away, looking at it makes it real again, and he represses a shudder at the sight, despite his coat still strewn over the face and mangled chest.]
Just out of breath.
[But that's beside the point, and not helpful for what they're doing right now. Ronan gives himself another moment or two, before he straightens up and grips at the shovel, pushing it a little more forcefully into the soil near the tree.]
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It's hard not to look at the body- almost as if he'd forgotten it in the time he'd been away, looking at it makes it real again, and he represses a shudder at the sight, despite his coat still strewn over the face and mangled chest.]
Just out of breath.
[But that's beside the point, and not helpful for what they're doing right now. Ronan gives himself another moment or two, before he straightens up and grips at the shovel, pushing it a little more forcefully into the soil near the tree.]
Here okay?