With a soft curl of long fingers and a gentle turn of the wrist, cognizant of being observed by two sets of eyes, she draws the narrow slip of a snake free from under his collar. The looping body is treated with more care than his dagger had been. Fitcher moves the pad of her thumb absently against the snake's smooth underbelly once as it's displaced from Silas' shirt onto the sandy earth among the whispering yellowed grass.
"Come then. Let's see about this blanket you've brought me," she says once the last measure of dark scales has slid out from between her fingers. Her attention returns to him, and so too does her hand—coaxing him to her with a not dissimilarly light touch.
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Date: 2022-07-28 06:05 pm (UTC)"Come then. Let's see about this blanket you've brought me," she says once the last measure of dark scales has slid out from between her fingers. Her attention returns to him, and so too does her hand—coaxing him to her with a not dissimilarly light touch.