[ That's an order Rafa can't obey. He still looks at Loki, his eyes asking all the questions and trying to reassure at the same time. What's wrong? Don't worry, I can help. He tightens his hand, and then warily, takes a tiny breath. ]
Loki. It's gas. We must go.
[ Even with that little amount, the smell is sweet and cloying, and Rafa wants no more of it. Gritting his teeth, he points out the exit and looks at Loki, expectant. They need to get outside into the wind. ]
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Loki. It's gas. We must go.
[ Even with that little amount, the smell is sweet and cloying, and Rafa wants no more of it. Gritting his teeth, he points out the exit and looks at Loki, expectant. They need to get outside into the wind. ]