“umm, pike?” lithe hands wring each other as vex, though addressing the gnome, averted her gaze to the toes of her boots. “what--” a hefty sigh is cut off with the sealing of once parted lips. the ranger pauses for a moment, thinking, searching for words. “if i die again-- well, i suppose it’s an inevitability, but,” she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “within the next few days, if i die again and you can’t bring me back, would you-- i know you would, i guess i just want confirmation-- you’d look after him, wouldn’t you?”