[ He bows his head — and, looking down, seems to notice for the first time that he is still holding her green mantle in one hand. His fist clenches.
He'd been about to protest that he is very much the last person she should look to. But it's clear, from what she has told him, that she desperately needs a friend. ]
My lady, the light is failing. We must hurry, if we're to make Caer Gleam before nightfall.
[ And he is the last person: they are alone, in the woods. Even if he can't protect her, if he abandons her now...
Just then, a twig snaps somewhere in the shadows of the forest, off the road. He seizes her arm and puts a finger to his lips. ]
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[ He bows his head — and, looking down, seems to notice for the first time that he is still holding her green mantle in one hand. His fist clenches.
He'd been about to protest that he is very much the last person she should look to. But it's clear, from what she has told him, that she desperately needs a friend. ]
My lady, the light is failing. We must hurry, if we're to make Caer Gleam before nightfall.
[ And he is the last person: they are alone, in the woods. Even if he can't protect her, if he abandons her now...
Just then, a twig snaps somewhere in the shadows of the forest, off the road. He seizes her arm and puts a finger to his lips. ]