[ She's right to yell at him; he should be running. He hugs her close to his chest (partially to keep her secure, partially for his own comfort) and begins running through the forest haphazardly, stumbling through the brush but trying not to run into anything that could actually hurt them.
Can he even do anything for her but run? It's a good thing, he thinks, that she's so light and small... She seems fragile too, though. He doesn't even realise he left his staff back on the forest floor, but he couldn't use it now anyway. ]
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[ She's right to yell at him; he should be running. He hugs her close to his chest (partially to keep her secure, partially for his own comfort) and begins running through the forest haphazardly, stumbling through the brush but trying not to run into anything that could actually hurt them.
Can he even do anything for her but run? It's a good thing, he thinks, that she's so light and small... She seems fragile too, though. He doesn't even realise he left his staff back on the forest floor, but he couldn't use it now anyway. ]