The fragile doll felt limp in his arms but there was a very slight weight to her and her head did rest against him. Her hips were slightly wider than normal, probably adding to her almost nonexistent weight. It was just a few moments before she'd been placed into the wheelchair and, though she had seen the transference of money, she was not so gullible to think him horrible. When he took her hand, she felt it tense and ease all at the same time. It... sort of hurt to feel confined but maybe it was just something else because feeling warmth from someone else was oddly comforting. The girl smiled down at him, her fingers gently gripping his hand and giving it an understanding squeeze. A voice sounded inside of him. It was sweet and soft like a moist, unfinished taffy and kind while understanding and.. weak. Weak and soft like the delicate petals on a flower that bloomed prematurely. Thank you... for taking care of me. Her eyelids bat and began to close, though her hand did not move away from his but the grip did lighten up. She was beginning to drift as the simple communication had drained what little energy she had.