[ it doesn't take much convincing, in spite of still being partially under the influence of the music and spirits. enough so that she can't remember what lead her there and doesn't recognize anything around her, except the man trying to get her to leave. he pulls her closer and she clutches tight to him, a slight tremble in her that she doesn't know to will out. she can only remember bits and pieces of the night, none of which account for the dirt and blood streaking her skin and clothes or the wounds on her feet.
how long has she been out here? what has she done? ]
I don't remember getting here. [ but he can tell her. he was with her all along, wasn't he? and however he'd reacted to what she's capable of in the past, he's been her anchor, especially in this place. he'd come to find her when she was taken, he'd killed for her when he'd refused to kill anything. he can get them out, tell her what she can't recall.
there's movement out of the corner of her eye that stands out from the rest of the crowd's dancing, and she can feel eyes on the two of them. she draws closer and her voice drops slightly as she suppresses the slight shakiness back into swaying to the rhythm, her hand tightening around his as she tries to get him to move with her. ]
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how long has she been out here? what has she done? ]
I don't remember getting here. [ but he can tell her. he was with her all along, wasn't he? and however he'd reacted to what she's capable of in the past, he's been her anchor, especially in this place. he'd come to find her when she was taken, he'd killed for her when he'd refused to kill anything. he can get them out, tell her what she can't recall.
there's movement out of the corner of her eye that stands out from the rest of the crowd's dancing, and she can feel eyes on the two of them. she draws closer and her voice drops slightly as she suppresses the slight shakiness back into swaying to the rhythm, her hand tightening around his as she tries to get him to move with her. ]
They don't want us to leave.