His hand drops back over hers again in a last rough clasp, some offering of reassurance in kind. Yes, he's alright. Stubbornly alive, spitefully, defiantly. And the singing choir of various aches and pains at every little movement is a testament to exactly that that, as he feels it next when he breathes in deeper.
Right. All that, still. "I'll sit for the rest," he suggests, now allowing a little curl of dry humour to enter his tone, grasping less tightly onto his own sense of pride as he moves for somewhere shady.
bow time
His hand drops back over hers again in a last rough clasp, some offering of reassurance in kind. Yes, he's alright. Stubbornly alive, spitefully, defiantly. And the singing choir of various aches and pains at every little movement is a testament to exactly that that, as he feels it next when he breathes in deeper.
Right. All that, still. "I'll sit for the rest," he suggests, now allowing a little curl of dry humour to enter his tone, grasping less tightly onto his own sense of pride as he moves for somewhere shady.