I tried not to stare out of the corner of my eye. I mean, sure, Raith was on our side (this time), and he was wounded, and it was basic decency to help, but….
Harry either didn't notice the looks he was getting or ignored them. He was all but carrying Raith, who could occasionally move his feet and not much more. His eyes were pure silver, and even I felt a confusing tug in his direction.
How the hell was Harry ignoring that?
Focus, Ramirez.
I shook myself, turned my eyes forward, and began scanning the terrain for cover.