But of course Richard knows. They're friends. Derrica breathes out, and her hands shift, leaving the cloak pinned between them as she reaches up to loop her arms around him in return.
He hadn't asked. But it must be hurting him, having lost Holden. That missed beat, the minor delay in response, they tell her something when set against what she'd seen in the medical tent not so long ago.
"I'll take the ferry," she says, tone muted and tired. "The next one that comes."
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Date: 2022-02-26 07:01 am (UTC)But of course Richard knows. They're friends. Derrica breathes out, and her hands shift, leaving the cloak pinned between them as she reaches up to loop her arms around him in return.
He hadn't asked. But it must be hurting him, having lost Holden. That missed beat, the minor delay in response, they tell her something when set against what she'd seen in the medical tent not so long ago.
"I'll take the ferry," she says, tone muted and tired. "The next one that comes."
Yes, she will go see Loxley.