He buried his head in her shoulder, his hand on the back of her head. “Okay. Okay. Let’s go. Can you stand?”
His hands were shaking, but he cleared his throat, standing up. His tunic was stained red with her blood and Natalia frowned, folding her arms. “Let’s move out.”
The crew began to hurry, walking quickly through the temple. Jack pulled the cloak off the dead crew member as he passed and handed it to Natalia.