[Five hundred years. Whoever this man is, he’s certainly had practice with loss. She’ll unpack what that implies about his lifespan when the storm abates.
Following the man’s lead, she presses a cautious hand into the edge of what her brain is still halfway convinced is her brother’s remains.
Leaf mold and dampness is all that meets her touch. She scrambles back to her feet, brushing her hand off on her coat in what she knows is a futile attempt at keeping herself clean (and certainly not to get herself the high ground back). The fog of panic gone from her mind, all she has left is exhaustion. She sheathes her rapier and looks once more at the stranger.]
Then I suppose we’re both alone.
[Alphinaud isn’t here. She’ll have to do her own diplomacy. And threatening him probably wasn’t a good start, but he seems just as distressed as she is.]
no subject
Following the man’s lead, she presses a cautious hand into the edge of what her brain is still halfway convinced is her brother’s remains.
Leaf mold and dampness is all that meets her touch. She scrambles back to her feet, brushing her hand off on her coat in what she knows is a futile attempt at keeping herself clean (and certainly not to get herself the high ground back). The fog of panic gone from her mind, all she has left is exhaustion. She sheathes her rapier and looks once more at the stranger.]
Then I suppose we’re both alone.
[Alphinaud isn’t here. She’ll have to do her own diplomacy. And threatening him probably wasn’t a good start, but he seems just as distressed as she is.]
Do you know where we are?