[ alina takes the bracelet, considering the frayed ends. the blood stains. it reminds her of the night. of the dead hunter, the dog. the fear.
she hands it back to ianthe. ]
It's yours.
[ slowly, reluctantly, she pulls up her sleeve. there, around her wrist, is a matching one. still secured, and unstained. she doesn't look at ianthe as she shows it, like she's mad at herself for still wearing it, given what ianthe had done.
no subject
she hands it back to ianthe. ]
It's yours.
[ slowly, reluctantly, she pulls up her sleeve. there, around her wrist, is a matching one. still secured, and unstained. she doesn't look at ianthe as she shows it, like she's mad at herself for still wearing it, given what ianthe had done.
she drops the sleeve again. ]
You're staying close to town, then, I take it?