Greedy Bones

*Sparhawk* · 04-14-2020, 05:17 AM

He could still see her warring with herself in her mind. Whatever had happened to her in the past had broken her. She would likely deny it, but she was indeed broken. She was a slave to her past, so to speak. They all were to an extent, but she was letting hers rule her. Sparhawk wondered how she could live like that. Most likely, it was making her lose her mind. Her twitchiness and random expressions made that bit a little obvious.

She didn't believe that he was doing something out of the kindness of his heart and insisted that he drink from the flask first. With a shrug, Sparhawk uncorked the container and took a draw of the liquid. "You have to trust someone at some point. The world is a lonely place, Ms. Bellamy." Sitting the flask before her so she could decide whether or not to drink, Sparhawk went to tend to the fire. Taking up the rest of the spare wood chunks, he added them to the flames, which quickly began to consume them.

Pulling a rope on the bearskin pouch, opened the skin, allowing him to lay it flat so that it would be a barrier between himself and the cold cave floor. He shoved his belongings aside and settled upon the thick fur. The grolar bear had been huge and so the whitish gold fur was massive and stretched from one side of the cave to the other. It was large enough for several wolves, but with two of them, they would have ample room. "When that drink is gone, you can share the big fur. The ground is cold. I promise to behave." He doubted she would agree without the help of the mead. Whether she did or not though, that was on her. He had offered and performed his gentlemanly obligation.

"Speech"

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