[Ignore the fact that she almost slips and falls once or twice along the way. There’s just too much shit everywhere and the floor is slick. More blood on her boots. They’ve seen better days.
Wendy’s slow to follow him out of the area but it’s mostly due to her stopping and staring, observing the dead carcasses (or what’s left of them) from a reasonable distance and making mental notes for later. She’s never seen anything like them - the amphibian ones anyway. Not even back home. She doesn’t think so, but sometimes her memory is hazy. Mostly on purpose.
At least there’s a railing for her to lean against on the way up the stairs. That’s the most taxing part, taking the steps practically one at a time. But she isn’t complaining, just doing what she has to in order to keep up. The slow pace makes it easy for her to just change direction once she makes it to the top. Other way? She can do that.
And despite the stubbornness she keeps exhibiting, she is truly grateful for a place to sit by the time he finds one. The stairs were a lot to deal with. She’s caught up so much she nearly bumps into his back, not paying attention, just wanting to be close.
If only she had a pen. They don’t have a map, but she could keep track of things on the back of the one they have. Going to try committing the layout to memory. Maybe resting will help her brain out some.]
Okay. Thank you. [She hobbles past because sitting seems like the most amazing idea in the world right now, but makes sure to give his arm a gentle squeeze as she passes by.
The room is dark and cozy and she lets herself drop onto the edge of the bed, exhaling the loudest sigh of relief once all the pressure is off of her legs. After a few moments of just sitting, his coat is slipped from her shoulders and left in a pool around her.]
Trying not to lay down. Don’t want to fall asleep. [The softest snort.]
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[Ignore the fact that she almost slips and falls once or twice along the way. There’s just too much shit everywhere and the floor is slick. More blood on her boots. They’ve seen better days.
Wendy’s slow to follow him out of the area but it’s mostly due to her stopping and staring, observing the dead carcasses (or what’s left of them) from a reasonable distance and making mental notes for later. She’s never seen anything like them - the amphibian ones anyway. Not even back home. She doesn’t think so, but sometimes her memory is hazy. Mostly on purpose.
At least there’s a railing for her to lean against on the way up the stairs. That’s the most taxing part, taking the steps practically one at a time. But she isn’t complaining, just doing what she has to in order to keep up. The slow pace makes it easy for her to just change direction once she makes it to the top. Other way? She can do that.
And despite the stubbornness she keeps exhibiting, she is truly grateful for a place to sit by the time he finds one. The stairs were a lot to deal with. She’s caught up so much she nearly bumps into his back, not paying attention, just wanting to be close.
If only she had a pen. They don’t have a map, but she could keep track of things on the back of the one they have. Going to try committing the layout to memory. Maybe resting will help her brain out some.]
Okay. Thank you. [She hobbles past because sitting seems like the most amazing idea in the world right now, but makes sure to give his arm a gentle squeeze as she passes by.
The room is dark and cozy and she lets herself drop onto the edge of the bed, exhaling the loudest sigh of relief once all the pressure is off of her legs. After a few moments of just sitting, his coat is slipped from her shoulders and left in a pool around her.]
Trying not to lay down. Don’t want to fall asleep. [The softest snort.]