[ Tyr stumbles backwards clumsily, almost immobilised both by the sight of--whatever that is--and the sound Rita's scream that feels like it pierces his ears.
But they can't just stand there. He puts his hand on her opposite shoulder now, caught somewhere between 'let's turn and run' and 'I'll protect you'. He hasn't decided which yet, and he can't find it in him to say anything now anyway. ]
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But they can't just stand there. He puts his hand on her opposite shoulder now, caught somewhere between 'let's turn and run' and 'I'll protect you'. He hasn't decided which yet, and he can't find it in him to say anything now anyway. ]