And yet she looks five hundred times better than you. I thought you looked a bit gaunt.
[Meanwhile Angelina just sat there nibbling on Elria and having zero problems with anything, damn. She's probably eaten all her hay by now, but she didn't appear worse for wear. Ain was pushy with his horses too, granted, but they had regular breaks. He supposes it makes sense that Wolfwood caught up, then, if he was pushing while Ain was taking breaks and also "sleeping" at night aka crying in the back of the wagon.
He could've left that wagon instead of buying Dachie, but four days of supplies were not gonna fit on Elria's back. Hunting on the way could've happened, sure, but somehow this was easier. In the end, he's glad he went with the second horse and wagon idea instead of crying into sand at night. Crying into a wooden floor is obviously so much better.]
I spent my nights crying into your old coat in the back of the wagon. It was pretty pathetic, haha... I was trying so hard not to break down in front of you or other people, so everything came out as soon as I made it out of town. I really did think I could convince you to stay back there just by being cute in your general direction.
[But Wolfwood also led him on super hard sooooooo Ain's ignorance was kind of justified.]
I'm only half-sorry for decking you. You scared me! You know it's dark in the stable, and you could've been a serial murderer, right?
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[Meanwhile Angelina just sat there nibbling on Elria and having zero problems with anything, damn. She's probably eaten all her hay by now, but she didn't appear worse for wear. Ain was pushy with his horses too, granted, but they had regular breaks. He supposes it makes sense that Wolfwood caught up, then, if he was pushing while Ain was taking breaks and also "sleeping" at night aka crying in the back of the wagon.
He could've left that wagon instead of buying Dachie, but four days of supplies were not gonna fit on Elria's back. Hunting on the way could've happened, sure, but somehow this was easier. In the end, he's glad he went with the second horse and wagon idea instead of crying into sand at night. Crying into a wooden floor is obviously so much better.]
I spent my nights crying into your old coat in the back of the wagon. It was pretty pathetic, haha... I was trying so hard not to break down in front of you or other people, so everything came out as soon as I made it out of town. I really did think I could convince you to stay back there just by being cute in your general direction.
[But Wolfwood also led him on super hard sooooooo Ain's ignorance was kind of justified.]
I'm only half-sorry for decking you. You scared me! You know it's dark in the stable, and you could've been a serial murderer, right?