Just those three little words are more than enough to make Angeal stop in place, heart clenching in his chest. "I will," he tells her, not even having to think about it. But words are easy. They both know that.

So he shifts forward, carefully pulls at the coat he's wearing with attention paid to his claws, until he can shrug it off. Gently lift her head, and tuck it beneath her.

"I'll be back for this too, alright? You and the coat together. So don't worry."

He's not leaving her alone for long if he can help it.

The only thing that really sets him back in any way when he finally steps off to get what he needs is his lack of familiarity with Rosie's space - both in this particular house and in general. Not to mention the mess... But he's determined, and his nose can still work a bit even if not as well as he'd like it. Sooner or later, he finds what he needs, and comes back, speaking so she knows he's around.

"Any changes in feeling like shit, Rosie?"