Let The Bodies Hit The Floor

Sakana did his best to support Gil's neck as he was hoisted onto the cart, packing more pelts around his body to prevent him from bouncing clean off the thing. It was going to be an incredibly uncomfortable experience for the patient, and the risk of getting bogged in the sand crossing the Bifrost was high. That there was a raft conveniently stashed on the Shimmering Shore would make their trip... if not smoother for Gilgamesh, at least a little shorter. He nodded his agreement as they set out, not bothering to unclench his jaw as they headed North. While he was sure the Hallows would cause them no problems, across the water was the shortest route home, and they'd all had plenty of practice rafting when they lived on the islands.

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