âumm, pike?â lithe hands wring each other as vex, though addressing the gnome, averted her gaze to the toes of her boots. âwhat--â a hefty sigh is cut off with the sealing of once parted lips. the ranger pauses for a moment, thinking, searching for words. âif i die again-- well, i suppose itâs an inevitability, but,â she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. âwithin the next few days, if i die again and you canât bring me back, would you-- i know you would, i guess i just want confirmation-- youâd look after him, wouldnât you?â