What news he could glean, coming from those who had been taken, had not been promising. But the Horizon is usually different, a little like a dream that feels real, and seeing her in something of a state even here -- fainting, even here -- still surprises him. His eyes widen and he makes a soft surprised noise as she falls, and he keeps her head from hitting the slate floor.
What to do with her, though?
She is in no state to sit in one of the chairs, and it seems unkind to lay her out on one of the tables in the Great Hall, no matter how warm the fire nearby. There is really only one choice. He sighs when he realizes it, then bends to lift her.
She isn't a large woman. It isn't much trouble, though he is not sure how she is both unconscious and still here.
He begins to carry her down the hall, to the room with the bed covered in furs. Not knowing if she can hear, he murmurs, "All right, all right, it's going to be all right. You can rest here, as well as you may."
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What news he could glean, coming from those who had been taken, had not been promising. But the Horizon is usually different, a little like a dream that feels real, and seeing her in something of a state even here -- fainting, even here -- still surprises him. His eyes widen and he makes a soft surprised noise as she falls, and he keeps her head from hitting the slate floor.
What to do with her, though?
She is in no state to sit in one of the chairs, and it seems unkind to lay her out on one of the tables in the Great Hall, no matter how warm the fire nearby. There is really only one choice. He sighs when he realizes it, then bends to lift her.
She isn't a large woman. It isn't much trouble, though he is not sure how she is both unconscious and still here.
He begins to carry her down the hall, to the room with the bed covered in furs. Not knowing if she can hear, he murmurs, "All right, all right, it's going to be all right. You can rest here, as well as you may."