[He doesn’t look back until he hears the shifting and rasp of the cloth as she settles it around herself. It wouldn’t have been right to gape at her, for all that he had just been seated on her bare back.
And a cloak would have been better — it would have covered more of her legs, left her less vulnerable — but the kind he wears at home would be out of place in this world.
He nearly puts a hand on her shoulder, to console her somehow, but thinks better of it as she mentions the pack.]
I know where it is. I’ll be back.
[He sets off at a shaky jog. Some of the steel has gone out of him, too, as it does after a fight, when the high blood begins to cool... still, he’s in much better condition than she is. It isn’t long before he finds the bag where they’d left it at the side of the road, and a minute later, he’s back, holding the water out to her.]
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And a cloak would have been better — it would have covered more of her legs, left her less vulnerable — but the kind he wears at home would be out of place in this world.
He nearly puts a hand on her shoulder, to console her somehow, but thinks better of it as she mentions the pack.]
I know where it is. I’ll be back.
[He sets off at a shaky jog. Some of the steel has gone out of him, too, as it does after a fight, when the high blood begins to cool... still, he’s in much better condition than she is. It isn’t long before he finds the bag where they’d left it at the side of the road, and a minute later, he’s back, holding the water out to her.]