[ his limp is a little more obvious now. which is why she'll probably find him off to the side, by some fallen debris. leaning enough that he's put some pressure off his leg, but not quite so heavily that she may find it suspicious. the celebre is all but gone from his system now, and his body screams with a pain that he manages to hide from his posture.
behind him, the camp has begun to pick itself back up. clean the area, bury their dead.
he hadn't stuck around long enough to see how many holes were being dug.
tucked away in his own little corner, he'd argue that he isn't hiding, to anyone willing to listen. but there's no denying the solitude of this chosen spot, away from eyes that have already cried too many tears of grief and frustration. ]
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behind him, the camp has begun to pick itself back up. clean the area, bury their dead.
he hadn't stuck around long enough to see how many holes were being dug.
tucked away in his own little corner, he'd argue that he isn't hiding, to anyone willing to listen. but there's no denying the solitude of this chosen spot, away from eyes that have already cried too many tears of grief and frustration. ]