Ever so carefully, a bit at a time, he starts to ease the tarpaulin under her head and shoulders, trying to ignore the distortions in them. It doesn't matter what shape she is, no more than it's ever mattered.

"I know, bug. I know." He fights to keep his voice steady, and the struggle smears it to something barely more than a whisper. "I'm right here. I'm not gonna leave you."

A little further, and a little further, and then there's enough of the tarp underneath that he can start to wrap it up around her body, and draw her onto his knees.