Cain dropped from a tree with a smart backflip to increase his momentum for a more solid landing. With a thump, he found himself squatting in front of Amuné. She was breathing irregularly and excreting from the face. He pulled a facial cloth, recently washed, from under his breastplate and began to wipe her off.

"Your face is wet." He observed aloud, his voice resonating in the obsidian steel mask. 

It took him a moment, but he recognized the display. This was an outward expression of sadness or distress. He went from a squat to sitting cross-legged and removed his mask. He carefully placed it on her. It was too big, but he hoped it would make her feel safer. 

[its not much, but I tried .-.]