[ he might have his ghosts, but he knows that alina has plenty that haunts her just the same, even if they take a different shape than his own burdens, tugging at her from within. there's a literal intrusion in the bones that stick out from her collar, and he wonders how much of a reminder those bear to her about the weight she carries, heaviness that she's left vague when addressing him of what moves her forward.
in this moment, he can sense it in the way she tries to be accommodating, even when he can hear the exhale of her panting breath, of the drain of her body from all that they've wandered forward. ]
No. We should recover as much as we can. [ it's as much for her as it is for him, aware that in their drastically different appearances, their stubbornness towards their own resolve can be so easily mirrored to one another.
he moves with her towards the rocks, boots pushing more weight as they step against the sand. ] We're not the only ones in the group on his tail. One of us is gonna find him.
[ optimism? it's not his usual trademark, but he can make an effort at times. ]
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in this moment, he can sense it in the way she tries to be accommodating, even when he can hear the exhale of her panting breath, of the drain of her body from all that they've wandered forward. ]
No. We should recover as much as we can. [ it's as much for her as it is for him, aware that in their drastically different appearances, their stubbornness towards their own resolve can be so easily mirrored to one another.
he moves with her towards the rocks, boots pushing more weight as they step against the sand. ] We're not the only ones in the group on his tail. One of us is gonna find him.
[ optimism? it's not his usual trademark, but he can make an effort at times. ]