[ The urge to dig his heels in, shout, shake her until she reconsiders—
Well. It flares hot and dissipates. Some part of him balks at putting his hands on her again. Will it be the same as it was on that battlefield if he wrapped his fingers around her wrist? Mal is not anxious to find out.
So he takes all that sullen fury with him into the snow. If he returns to a fire, or some sort of shelter, all the better. If not, he'll manage it himself. His first impression of this woman didn't give him the sense that she had much experience living rough.
Out of her sight, there's room for worry to set in. What is he? How had they done that together? Even the familiarity of tracking game through the snowdrifts doesn't crowd out the inescapable reality that he has uncovered part of his nature that is wholly alien to him. It persists throughout the hunt, through the passing stretch of time between his departure, his hunt, and his return, gossamer threads of awareness drawing him back to Yen as much as the signs he'd left himself to guide his steps back to their makeshift campsite. ]
I hope you eat rabbit, [ is the flat announcement of his return. Dinner is not quite served, but it's on the way. ]
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Well. It flares hot and dissipates. Some part of him balks at putting his hands on her again. Will it be the same as it was on that battlefield if he wrapped his fingers around her wrist? Mal is not anxious to find out.
So he takes all that sullen fury with him into the snow. If he returns to a fire, or some sort of shelter, all the better. If not, he'll manage it himself. His first impression of this woman didn't give him the sense that she had much experience living rough.
Out of her sight, there's room for worry to set in. What is he? How had they done that together? Even the familiarity of tracking game through the snowdrifts doesn't crowd out the inescapable reality that he has uncovered part of his nature that is wholly alien to him. It persists throughout the hunt, through the passing stretch of time between his departure, his hunt, and his return, gossamer threads of awareness drawing him back to Yen as much as the signs he'd left himself to guide his steps back to their makeshift campsite. ]
I hope you eat rabbit, [ is the flat announcement of his return. Dinner is not quite served, but it's on the way. ]