Lost Creek Hollow Crude from the walls of no sleep

He stepped into the den and set the food down where she could reach it. Is there anything I can do? Kel asked quietly, fighting to keep the despair from his voice. He reached out to place a paw on her shoulder, afraid to touch her more than that. They'd never been closer than they were that day — and now he worried that she would only associate his touch with this pain.
Do you think it might help to get away for a bit? He suggested next. He felt helpless. Away from Riverclan. Could go anywhere, the two of us.