Duskfire Glacier [m]wen se solèy la

Her youth was a blessing to her.

While he lay recovering against the earth she was on her feet, fighting against herself as much as against him, to turn and to snap and to dissuade him from lingering; and he was half-asleep, groggy, and slow to react at first.

He flashed his teeth and got to his feet, bow-legged, his limp more prevalent; but with more insistence from the woman Tulimaq knew to draw up the last of his strength and go.

He'd gotten what he'd been after - and so had she, he believed.