"How'd that come about? Got close to a rift, did you?"
She jerks her own hand back from the reins before Simon can offer them back to her, pulling her palm close to hold it protectively against her chest.
"Yes," she tells him, defensive, and takes the tiniest of steps backward. "...Why?" It hadn't been an especially epic battle; Rooster hadn't needed much coaxing to get the hell out of dodge as soon as demons started spilling out of the green rift in the sky, and Fern's hand had ached so badly that she'd only been able to cling to his mane and saddle for dear life, trusting her mule to lead her away from danger, rather than back into it.
Looks like she hadn't returned the favour. Fern cuts her eyes from Simon's intense (possibly even worried) gaze, to Rooster, then back again. "What's it matter where I got it?"
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She jerks her own hand back from the reins before Simon can offer them back to her, pulling her palm close to hold it protectively against her chest.
"Yes," she tells him, defensive, and takes the tiniest of steps backward. "...Why?" It hadn't been an especially epic battle; Rooster hadn't needed much coaxing to get the hell out of dodge as soon as demons started spilling out of the green rift in the sky, and Fern's hand had ached so badly that she'd only been able to cling to his mane and saddle for dear life, trusting her mule to lead her away from danger, rather than back into it.
Looks like she hadn't returned the favour. Fern cuts her eyes from Simon's intense (possibly even worried) gaze, to Rooster, then back again. "What's it matter where I got it?"