[ He absorbs that information, silent except for his heavy breaths. He follows her light; there is blood, probably, that he's tracking across the floors, the walls, but he assumes she has her ways of taking care of that before it comes back to bite either of them.
Should be. That's as much assurance as he can expect. He doesn't question it further. ]
I can make it. [ If he gets a horse, he can make it. Truthfully, he just wants to be on a horse in the first place, out of here. Nott, the portals, where the fuck he's meant to get the coin for a mage—those are problems for when he's made it further than some steps from the castle.
He stumbles once as they slip through the darkness, catching himself on the nearest thing. The fresh air hits him, and his eyes cut through the moonlit night. For as long as he'd been in Thorne, he's not set foot outside its walls more than once or twice at best. Most of his time was spent locked away. The exterior is as unfamiliar as ever, and he trails close behind her, having little sense of what's where. ]
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Should be. That's as much assurance as he can expect. He doesn't question it further. ]
I can make it. [ If he gets a horse, he can make it. Truthfully, he just wants to be on a horse in the first place, out of here. Nott, the portals, where the fuck he's meant to get the coin for a mage—those are problems for when he's made it further than some steps from the castle.
He stumbles once as they slip through the darkness, catching himself on the nearest thing. The fresh air hits him, and his eyes cut through the moonlit night. For as long as he'd been in Thorne, he's not set foot outside its walls more than once or twice at best. Most of his time was spent locked away. The exterior is as unfamiliar as ever, and he trails close behind her, having little sense of what's where. ]