[ Rey woke up in pain. Her legs and hips were stiff and sore from the day's ride before, as she had expected, and all the muscle fatigue left her especially groggy and slow to move. Still, she got herself up shortly after the men had already started moving, and when she did, she reluctantly moved to help one of them get the campsite packed up.
The muggy, thick quality to the air made the dirt caked on Rey feel heavier. Slows her down. And it makes her breath thick too, like she can't quite pull enough oxygen in. ]
No.
[ For a moment she looked at him like maybe she suspected he was fucking with her by even asking. Surely he knew that bastards didn't tour the bloody Seven Kingdoms. But, no, he could have easily been that deluded. ]
The caravan I rode with were heading this way. [ She had no love for slavers, but now it felt grotesque to be riding instead with the men who had slaughtered them like animals. Maybe she was bound to set on this course eventually.
She turned to look up at his mare like it was a mountain and rubbed at the back of her hip in consideration of her wounds. The worst part, though, was that she'd have to ask for help getting up because of the sling on her arm. She looked back at him then, uneasy and trying to avoid the admission while still … communicating that she's not going to be able to get up there herself. If he forced her to walk again, she'd almost prefer it. Her legs weren't going to get any less sore. ]
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The muggy, thick quality to the air made the dirt caked on Rey feel heavier. Slows her down. And it makes her breath thick too, like she can't quite pull enough oxygen in. ]
No.
[ For a moment she looked at him like maybe she suspected he was fucking with her by even asking. Surely he knew that bastards didn't tour the bloody Seven Kingdoms. But, no, he could have easily been that deluded. ]
The caravan I rode with were heading this way. [ She had no love for slavers, but now it felt grotesque to be riding instead with the men who had slaughtered them like animals. Maybe she was bound to set on this course eventually.
She turned to look up at his mare like it was a mountain and rubbed at the back of her hip in consideration of her wounds. The worst part, though, was that she'd have to ask for help getting up because of the sling on her arm. She looked back at him then, uneasy and trying to avoid the admission while still … communicating that she's not going to be able to get up there herself. If he forced her to walk again, she'd almost prefer it. Her legs weren't going to get any less sore. ]