Mildmay'd been about to be glad he'd found Corbie, although not as glad as he was she hadn'ta spent the night last night. But the way she was curling over herself, and the fear and desperation in her voice... he'd seen that before. Almost exactly. Not from Corbie, though. Felix.
"Corbie," he said voice low, but sharp-like, to pierce through whatever she was seeing and hearing. He wanted to reach out to her, and his hand was already moving that way, but he stopped, remembering the beer, and the dishwater, and his room.
Mildmay & Corbie
Mildmay'd been about to be glad he'd found Corbie, although not as glad as he was she hadn'ta spent the night last night. But the way she was curling over herself, and the fear and desperation in her voice... he'd seen that before. Almost exactly. Not from Corbie, though. Felix.
"Corbie," he said voice low, but sharp-like, to pierce through whatever she was seeing and hearing. He wanted to reach out to her, and his hand was already moving that way, but he stopped, remembering the beer, and the dishwater, and his room.
"You don't gotta listen to 'em."