When you lose something you can’t replace

When Grim offered to carry her she pulled a face, then laughed. "You were always the only one that stood a chance of managing it." she managed a half-wistful smile, but was determined that if she was going to the Armada she was going to get there on her own four feet. She bowed down in a stretch for good measure, feeling the muscles along the fronts of her legs and into her shoulders protest, her thighs and hips voicing their complaints in turn. She could push it down for now. She was almost somewhere safe.

"I’m really glad it was you that found me Grim." She responded genuinely, bringing her mismatched eyes to meet his silver. "It’s this way right?" She nodded to the south-west and began to take a few steps forward. The day wasn’t getting any longer, and he had mentioned a decent meal. If that wasn’t motivation, then nothing would ever get her moving.

"speech".