Shy Deer Steppes Nobody's soldier

She faltered and his frame was there to catch her, shifting her back onto the 3 that still worked.

How dare he? The thought occurs with a venom unbridled before she remembers who she's with. It is not him.

Perhaps it was the rush in emotions that conjured up that old ghost. She let him steady her.

Synder's features pulled back into a scowl, something burning within pools of lamplight gold, the grabbing hands of bitterness come to take her by the throat. Just as soon as it appeared, it was gone; stifled with a simple nod and resigned turn of her head. She wanted away from this. All of it.

She turned her head to glimpse over her shoulder, and was met only with the broad side of Roan, a shield to the horrors they left behind them, baking in the merciless sun. Perhaps it was for the best. She turned forward, hiking her leg up once she found her balance.

A part of her heart stayed here, in this desolate stretch.