[ Somehow, it's only now that it strikes him the magic she'd used in the Horizon, with her hands, is one she also carries outside of it. The realization flickers in and then out; most of his attention goes into placing his feet where they won't send him flat on his fucking face. The cold doesn't bother him—if anything, it's the only thing that's let him go for this long; he'd have never made it this far through the dry heat of a desert—but the cloak keeps him from feeling so exposed, and he tugs it around himself.
He leans more of his weight on her than he means to, probably stumbles at some point, but she keeps him from hitting the ground and that's all that matters. If he's got any thoughts on what the hell happened—he doesn't. He hasn't had the chance to process it, or maybe he doesn't want to have that chance. Maybe it's for the best his focus has, for the past week, narrowed down to not. Dying. An important task.
The trek to the tavern takes both too damn long and no time at all. He's not counting the minutes or looking ahead, just walking, until she eventually stops and he catches on that they're here. He braces a hand against the doorframe. Some part of him is just waiting for permission to let himself drop, whether that's Julie shutting the door behind them or reaching a chair or perhaps a nice bit of floor where no one will trip over his body for the next few hours. ]
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He leans more of his weight on her than he means to, probably stumbles at some point, but she keeps him from hitting the ground and that's all that matters. If he's got any thoughts on what the hell happened—he doesn't. He hasn't had the chance to process it, or maybe he doesn't want to have that chance. Maybe it's for the best his focus has, for the past week, narrowed down to not. Dying. An important task.
The trek to the tavern takes both too damn long and no time at all. He's not counting the minutes or looking ahead, just walking, until she eventually stops and he catches on that they're here. He braces a hand against the doorframe. Some part of him is just waiting for permission to let himself drop, whether that's Julie shutting the door behind them or reaching a chair or perhaps a nice bit of floor where no one will trip over his body for the next few hours. ]