[ The others observed this interaction passively. Rey stared at his hand, simultaneously dreading and trying to figure out the best way to make use of his assistance. Finally she accepted that she had to get her foot in the stirrup. She used her hand to first facilitate the painful stretch of her hips in getting the toe of her worn boot into it. Then she moved her hand into his glove and pulled herself up straighter. She leaned on her strained arm on the saddle in order to pull herself over it.
The whole affair turned out painful and embarrassing, telling of her inexperience, and she was still wincing as she settled at the front of the saddle and pulled her foot back out of the stirrup to make room for him behind her.
She looked over at the other men, a scowl tugged across her expression. She didn't like being seen complicit in her own confinement, but … she was. Over and over again, she had been. Maybe that was for the best, though. Maybe that would get her the freedom she needed to kill him and get away when the time came.
Which she still planned to do. No matter what he had promised her. ]
Does it matter? We're not going to see it now either, are we? Just move straight through.
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The whole affair turned out painful and embarrassing, telling of her inexperience, and she was still wincing as she settled at the front of the saddle and pulled her foot back out of the stirrup to make room for him behind her.
She looked over at the other men, a scowl tugged across her expression. She didn't like being seen complicit in her own confinement, but … she was. Over and over again, she had been. Maybe that was for the best, though. Maybe that would get her the freedom she needed to kill him and get away when the time came.
Which she still planned to do. No matter what he had promised her. ]
Does it matter? We're not going to see it now either, are we? Just move straight through.