[She lets out a ragged, choked sound when he sets the bone, muffled from the leather sleeve in her mouth. It hurts just as much as she expected, and for a moment, she can't make herself do anything but stay completely rigid, breathing quick and shallow.]
Ow. Fuck.
[He doesn't actually have to carry her—her legs are fine. She's not going to argue, though, as uncomfortable as his armor is. Kyna swallows, but her voice still comes out sounding strained.]
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Ow. Fuck.
[He doesn't actually have to carry her—her legs are fine. She's not going to argue, though, as uncomfortable as his armor is. Kyna swallows, but her voice still comes out sounding strained.]
I should have known you were going to do that.