Greatwater Lake she was afraid of dreadful prophecies

thanks for getting the thread up^^

her voice is modulated by the pain. it fuzzes around the edges like felt slowly coming apart and urias knows when to wince at the right times. i'm urias, he obliges, studying his own feet with his hands deep in his pockets as he walks. you?
over time her gait only grows more and more awkward. watching the strain on her face grow closer to an unidentified tipping point is like looking at a trembling suspension cord about to snap and rear. even he is uncomfortable despite his spectacular failures concerning empathy. there is something about walking with a wounded girl that makes him cagey. 
don't be so goddamn stubborn. exasperated at her crumbling attempts to hide her discomfort, he moves to her side to provide shoulderly support. he fully expects to be stabbed at.