"Okay." He gently squeezes the knee of her uninjured leg. "We'll go there, get you warm." He tries to smile, but he's very worried about her. And somehow, she's worried about other people in those woods, which he hadn't even thought of.

He's about to put the helmet on her head and make some sort of joke about her not getting more hurt, but as he picks it up, it seems to dissolve into the air, leaving his hands empty. The same happens to the sweater, the locket, and presumably the letter on her person. He looks briefly horrified, then heartbroken.

"Oh..."

What a cruel joke this whole thing has been. Like something a Gamemaker would orchestrate, to put on a better show.