[ He should not wish quite so much to be given an excuse to fight her. For one it wouldn't be much of a challenge, for another it would be a waste of time and effort. A good shouting match is as cathartic as a good fuck, all told, but again. Bears. And demons. And possibly bandits! So many reasons to not and as such he smiles oh so sweetly in response to that glower, the words she swallows back. Whatever they might have been he can guess at. The usual spoilt, frustrating fussing of a soft creature running about where life is less so and being petulant about it as though that solves anything.
Pining for silk cushions.
As she is no longer bleeding (hurrah) he turns his attention elsewhere- far up along the path they'd been taking, sighting the sky for birds or the sickly green glow of another rift. ]
Miles to go before we sleep, mia Bella, [ Her ignorance is grating. Perhaps they could simply lose her in the woods. No one would know. ] And a long walk uphill at that.
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Pining for silk cushions.
As she is no longer bleeding (hurrah) he turns his attention elsewhere- far up along the path they'd been taking, sighting the sky for birds or the sickly green glow of another rift. ]
Miles to go before we sleep, mia Bella, [ Her ignorance is grating. Perhaps they could simply lose her in the woods. No one would know. ] And a long walk uphill at that.