hale cometh down upon our spines

In an off twist of fate, he found himself disappointed as she slid off his back. Was she becoming a point of vulnerability for him? He was afraid she might be. Honestly, more fuel and reason to hate her. He didn't want anyone to make him weak. 


She rolled next to him, and for a moment he thought she might stay there. Then she was up again, moving back to her own bundle of furs. He narrowed his eyes a little at her. Wondering why she had moved. When she asked if it was better, he almost laughed. Yes, definitely. But also no. But how could he say that to her? He didn't understand it himself. "I can breathe now I don't have your dead weight on me" he said instead. Sucking in a deep breath and letting it out again as if to prove his point. "Go to sleep, Tox. We're at a truce tonight."