[She's fast as lightning when she wants to be. He knows because he's seen it: watched her peg more than a handful of bandits without breaking a sweat and because his long legs (that theoretically should have hers beaten by default) never seem to find a pace close to the one she keeps. Not when she's trying, anyway, and she certainly is now: back to him, bloody speckles dotting the wake of her stride where he's working his way forward to try and catch up.
To catch a glimpse of her and make sure she's all right.]
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[She's fast as lightning when she wants to be. He knows because he's seen it: watched her peg more than a handful of bandits without breaking a sweat and because his long legs (that theoretically should have hers beaten by default) never seem to find a pace close to the one she keeps. Not when she's trying, anyway, and she certainly is now: back to him, bloody speckles dotting the wake of her stride where he's working his way forward to try and catch up.
To catch a glimpse of her and make sure she's all right.]
Come on, you're killing me here.