Dante is quickly pulled from his thoughts as he feels Evie's grip tighten around his nape before weakening to the point of collapse. As his own strength is still returning, despite the energy that crackles around his body, the best he can do is attempt to slow her fall. Catching her under her arms and helping her settle on the blanket of snow at their feet.
"Evie?! Hey, Evie? Are you okay?" There's no disguising the concern that creases his brow as he crouches beside her. Each passing moment he continues to feel more alive, assumedly from finally waking from a dead sleep.
"Can you walk?" Dante presses a hand to her forehead to check for a fever but doesn't find any cause for concern, his hands moving to support her back with one and hold her hand with the other. Somebody at the Hallowed Ground must know the cause of her sudden weakness even if he didn't know who just yet.
