[They were smart to have run. This likely would not be the last bandit party they tripped on in the Stormlands.
Ren watched them flee, jaw set and stiff. There was a rigidness to his posture, suggesting that he was nearly failing at curtailing the urge to charge after them and hunt them down. But after a moment or two, he exhales and forces himself to dismount. He does not go for Rey's chain right away. Instead, he moves for the scabbard.
He'd hardly drawn any blood. It was nothing to be happy about or proud of. So, quietly, he wipes the small amount of blood off on the inside of his red cloak before he shoves the sword away in its scabbard. Tying it back to his belt is something of a chore.
His men were reassured, but Ren continued to have doubts. Perhaps the girl was right -- but they were already half way through the Kingswood. Turning back now simply wasn't an option.
So he trails back to Rey and scoops up the chain, pausing long enough to look her over. He could already see some bruises forming.]
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Ren watched them flee, jaw set and stiff. There was a rigidness to his posture, suggesting that he was nearly failing at curtailing the urge to charge after them and hunt them down. But after a moment or two, he exhales and forces himself to dismount. He does not go for Rey's chain right away. Instead, he moves for the scabbard.
He'd hardly drawn any blood. It was nothing to be happy about or proud of. So, quietly, he wipes the small amount of blood off on the inside of his red cloak before he shoves the sword away in its scabbard. Tying it back to his belt is something of a chore.
His men were reassured, but Ren continued to have doubts. Perhaps the girl was right -- but they were already half way through the Kingswood. Turning back now simply wasn't an option.
So he trails back to Rey and scoops up the chain, pausing long enough to look her over. He could already see some bruises forming.]
Were you injured?
[Its an invitation to speak.]