[ By had done so by bending down the moment Miles fell, and locking his hand around his collar, and dragging him bodily through the snow. As he did, he'd called cheerfully back to those soldiers watching - ]
The mutie called me a bastard. I'm gonna teach him.
[ Which made it, of course, a matter of honor, and made it By's right to kick the shit out of the mutie alone if he'd wanted to. The soldiers had understood as only Barrayarans of this time could and had waved him on, and hadn't looked too closely at Miles. Which was a blessing; a close examination would have revealed that the twitching of his limbs was unnatural, instead of just the motion of a body being jerked over the icy, rocky ground. But with them just glancing at him and looking away? The tugging and pulling disguised the seizure.
By had gotten Miles in a space between two tents, the cloth hiding them on three sides, Byerly himself blocking the view from the fourth. He'd stripped off his coat and wrapped the little man in it, tightly, to try to limit the flailing of those limbs, to limit the damage he could do to himself. He kneels awkwardly, now, holding Miles' head in his hands to keep him from smacking his skull against the hard-packed frozen soil. He looks spent. He looks cold. ]
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The mutie called me a bastard. I'm gonna teach him.
[ Which made it, of course, a matter of honor, and made it By's right to kick the shit out of the mutie alone if he'd wanted to. The soldiers had understood as only Barrayarans of this time could and had waved him on, and hadn't looked too closely at Miles. Which was a blessing; a close examination would have revealed that the twitching of his limbs was unnatural, instead of just the motion of a body being jerked over the icy, rocky ground. But with them just glancing at him and looking away? The tugging and pulling disguised the seizure.
By had gotten Miles in a space between two tents, the cloth hiding them on three sides, Byerly himself blocking the view from the fourth. He'd stripped off his coat and wrapped the little man in it, tightly, to try to limit the flailing of those limbs, to limit the damage he could do to himself. He kneels awkwardly, now, holding Miles' head in his hands to keep him from smacking his skull against the hard-packed frozen soil. He looks spent. He looks cold. ]