sololoquy: (do you tear yourself apart)
ĸylo ren ([personal profile] sololoquy) wrote 2018-05-18 12:32 am (UTC)

[He reaches up carefully when he sees her bite at her collar and gently seeks to wiggle her mouth open to instead offer her a balled up piece of the cloak. Charity or not, they both needed things out of her -- and for that alone, he was willing to make this easier.

And then once that was done, he finished putting together the sling -- he'd have to mess with a needle and thread later to make it stronger, if she'd let him. But it would do for now. He took her wrist in one hand and wrapped his other arm around her collar bone. His wingspan was large enough to make the task of lining everything up on his chest that much easier.

And then, with a brief tap of his finger to warn her, he jerked his arms to pop it back into place with an audible sound. One knight was already handing him the sling to rest the joint in.

The injury was a blessing and a curse. It would mean that he could no longer bind her wrists, and that she was free to walk around. Ren is obviously not happy about it as he stows the manacles away in a saddle bag.]


We should move a bit farther for camp, in case they decide to come back.

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