[ Soreness spread through her legs as she started after him on foot, and suddenly, Rey felt endlessly grateful that he didn't try to put her back on that saddle. Even putting aside the shoulder injury that would probably ache with every cantering movement, her whole body was sore from just the ride. It was only just hitting her now that she was on her feet.
She could feel every bruise and blister, yet somehow her legs still felt like wobbly half-numb jelly. How could it hurt so much and feel tingly and numb? Every step, she tried to lengthen her strides, hoping that it would stretch her out and make the next day less painful. She'd still be sore, but maybe not as sore.
The others were obviously used to this. Trained knights. She'd always figured people from that sort of life must have a cushy existence. And they did, obviously. They weren't hurting for supplies or anything like that. Probably they'd get to Storm's End and easily be able to secure passage, never questioning. But there was some grit to them too.
Once Ren parted from her to help with the cart, it sank in how he just … kept going. Whatever plowed him forward, it was something stronger than money or honor.
Rey, unable to help with the cart, instead led the horses up, tied tandem to each other. For a moment, she thought of hopping on one and disappearing, but they'd have the other two, and they were better riders, and her arm was in a sling. She didn't even know how to steer one. How loyal were horses to their masters? She didn't know. Finding out would probably cost her the newfound freedom she had earned, and therefore her chance to cut Ren's throat in his sleep.
She patted the side of Ren's mare as she lead it upward. ]
Thanks for taking it easy on me. [ She said genially. ] You must be quite patient, putting up with him all the time.
[ She tied them as she had seen the men do the day before at the top of the hill. It was a good campsite that Ren had spotted. Well-positioned, hard to be snuck up on. By then the cart had made it to the top of the hill with her, and any hope of disappearing into the twilight was gone. ]
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She could feel every bruise and blister, yet somehow her legs still felt like wobbly half-numb jelly. How could it hurt so much and feel tingly and numb? Every step, she tried to lengthen her strides, hoping that it would stretch her out and make the next day less painful. She'd still be sore, but maybe not as sore.
The others were obviously used to this. Trained knights. She'd always figured people from that sort of life must have a cushy existence. And they did, obviously. They weren't hurting for supplies or anything like that. Probably they'd get to Storm's End and easily be able to secure passage, never questioning. But there was some grit to them too.
Once Ren parted from her to help with the cart, it sank in how he just … kept going. Whatever plowed him forward, it was something stronger than money or honor.
Rey, unable to help with the cart, instead led the horses up, tied tandem to each other. For a moment, she thought of hopping on one and disappearing, but they'd have the other two, and they were better riders, and her arm was in a sling. She didn't even know how to steer one. How loyal were horses to their masters? She didn't know. Finding out would probably cost her the newfound freedom she had earned, and therefore her chance to cut Ren's throat in his sleep.
She patted the side of Ren's mare as she lead it upward. ]
Thanks for taking it easy on me. [ She said genially. ] You must be quite patient, putting up with him all the time.
[ She tied them as she had seen the men do the day before at the top of the hill. It was a good campsite that Ren had spotted. Well-positioned, hard to be snuck up on. By then the cart had made it to the top of the hill with her, and any hope of disappearing into the twilight was gone. ]