you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

She felt the moment Wilder landed in the snow beside her. His nose against her neck was so small in comparison to the endless flare of pain rolling across her body. Oh gods, it hurt. It hurt almost more than when the polar bear had been taking a munch. “Heh, heh.” she said weakly, looking up into Wilders' very concerned face.

Wow, was he really that scared for a slave? Maybe he was afraid there would be consequences. Messing up property that belonged to someone else. “Gotcha.” She said, as if she was pranking him. As if falling over had all been part of her plan. She closed her eyes, and let that rolling pain take her under, her head sagging back down against his.


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