[ But his biddability mollifies her somewhat. It’s one of the few responses to great shocks she doesn’t find unbearably melodramatic, and there’s a faint, selfish relief in her slit-eyed glance back at him, like someone who has found a shortcut to an errand imposed on them.
That doesn’t last overlong. Up they climb the rocky slope to the door that hangs drunkenly on a cracked frame, the devastation some terrible force inflicted on the structure (tower) even worse up close. It looks like it’s been bombed and worse, breached by a massive body, and Woe recalls the eye-bleeding things that she washed ashore with not so long ago with an involuntary shudder.
Her hand does not hesitate on the door. She never hesitates on the threshold. It swings open, and she makes an unhappy, rippling sound, a kind of mrrp! more likely from a feline than a human being, at the wash of rose-scented blood coating the destroyed interior. ]
Eueck. [ She enunciates, quite clearly. ] Bleck! What a mess! You should be glad of those shoes - don’t touch anything with bare skin, for your own sake.
[ She promptly violates her own advice by flattening her palm in the blood on the wall, face squinching up in concentration. ]
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[ But his biddability mollifies her somewhat. It’s one of the few responses to great shocks she doesn’t find unbearably melodramatic, and there’s a faint, selfish relief in her slit-eyed glance back at him, like someone who has found a shortcut to an errand imposed on them.
That doesn’t last overlong. Up they climb the rocky slope to the door that hangs drunkenly on a cracked frame, the devastation some terrible force inflicted on the structure (tower) even worse up close. It looks like it’s been bombed and worse, breached by a massive body, and Woe recalls the eye-bleeding things that she washed ashore with not so long ago with an involuntary shudder.
Her hand does not hesitate on the door. She never hesitates on the threshold. It swings open, and she makes an unhappy, rippling sound, a kind of mrrp! more likely from a feline than a human being, at the wash of rose-scented blood coating the destroyed interior. ]
Eueck. [ She enunciates, quite clearly. ] Bleck! What a mess! You should be glad of those shoes - don’t touch anything with bare skin, for your own sake.
[ She promptly violates her own advice by flattening her palm in the blood on the wall, face squinching up in concentration. ]
Old blood, at least.