( the first passenger seems dazed, possibly concussed, but alive. the driver is harder to be certain about, but he feels for a pulse ㅡ finds it there but thready and erractic. he pulls his fingers away, squinting as he looks around them as if searching for something.
a way out.
answers, perhaps.
what he finds is the same chaos as before. except now there are cries mingling in with the crackle of flames and the chalky tang of debris clouds. )
We need to get moving. ( easier said than done when they're out in the open. exposed. and at least one of them is seriously injured. attempting to call for help won't work with the network down.
he curses, low and sharp. sliding off the hood, he reaches for the driver and attempts to lift them up and into his arms. they're heavier than they look. dead weight. but eventually he manages it, as mindful as he can be given the circumstances.
it's only then that he allows himself to look at daenerys, to really see what had alarmed her earlier: scales, hard and dark and glittering with an oily sheen that is beautiful in its way. then he's jerking his head in the direction he means to travel. ) Come on.
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( the first passenger seems dazed, possibly concussed, but alive. the driver is harder to be certain about, but he feels for a pulse ㅡ finds it there but thready and erractic. he pulls his fingers away, squinting as he looks around them as if searching for something.
a way out.
answers, perhaps.
what he finds is the same chaos as before. except now there are cries mingling in with the crackle of flames and the chalky tang of debris clouds. )
We need to get moving. ( easier said than done when they're out in the open. exposed. and at least one of them is seriously injured. attempting to call for help won't work with the network down.
he curses, low and sharp. sliding off the hood, he reaches for the driver and attempts to lift them up and into his arms. they're heavier than they look. dead weight. but eventually he manages it, as mindful as he can be given the circumstances.
it's only then that he allows himself to look at daenerys, to really see what had alarmed her earlier: scales, hard and dark and glittering with an oily sheen that is beautiful in its way. then he's jerking his head in the direction he means to travel. ) Come on.