[ She'd finally been let free of the medical tent some time after their escape. After her week long of sleep, and the week after of watched recovery. She's doing better, or at least well enough that they finally let her free.
But she still wakes up late at night, coughing. It's not as awful as it was, but it definitely isn't anything enjoyable. It pulls on her old wounds something fierce. Thankfully they'd stopped hurting as constantly too with the blackwater back. Thank Gods for small mercies. After this, though, she can't seem to fall back asleep. Tosses herself about in the bed roll for awhile, trying her best to find rest again. When it doesn't seem to come, she elects to take a walk instead, wrapping the heavy Barrayaran coat around her and yanking on her boots. A heavy walk into the cold ought to tire her out.
Or at least that's the theory. The wind is biting as always as she takes something close to the guard pattern she'd been set. Though half not so determined or purposed a stride. Nodding briefly to the guards she strolls past. Her red scarf where Maine still has her other one is pulled around her head, wrapping to keep the heat in from the shared Tent as she holds it up and around the lower part of her face in an old habit.
Makes for the stables, because at least it's warm and familiar. The animals will be quiet, not mind so much an old woman taking solace for awhile which is - where she runs into him.
Him, Washington. In her week long sleep she hadn't seen much of anyone, and since then - well, they had their reasons to not interact, did they? More than enough. Had he told Maine, Carolina, what had passed between them? Or would he keep it to himself? She supposed she did not mind so much with Maine. But that was different again. But they were to fight together now, she could not avoid him forever, no matter how much he comes with a memory she wants to do her best. ( How laughable, that so many insisted that the drugs given to her would be better. But oh she would rather the pain, rather the choice it presented than once more being stripped down to being helpless to the evils done around her. )
Nothing for it, she swallows as she comes up behind him where he's eyeing the horses off like he's worried even now where they are still with sleep that they might leap out at him. ]
You will never learn mounted combat if you spend all your time staring at them and not getting used to them.
HORSES / LATE NIGHT TIMES
But she still wakes up late at night, coughing. It's not as awful as it was, but it definitely isn't anything enjoyable. It pulls on her old wounds something fierce. Thankfully they'd stopped hurting as constantly too with the blackwater back. Thank Gods for small mercies. After this, though, she can't seem to fall back asleep. Tosses herself about in the bed roll for awhile, trying her best to find rest again. When it doesn't seem to come, she elects to take a walk instead, wrapping the heavy Barrayaran coat around her and yanking on her boots. A heavy walk into the cold ought to tire her out.
Or at least that's the theory. The wind is biting as always as she takes something close to the guard pattern she'd been set. Though half not so determined or purposed a stride. Nodding briefly to the guards she strolls past. Her red scarf where Maine still has her other one is pulled around her head, wrapping to keep the heat in from the shared Tent as she holds it up and around the lower part of her face in an old habit.
Makes for the stables, because at least it's warm and familiar. The animals will be quiet, not mind so much an old woman taking solace for awhile which is - where she runs into him.
Him, Washington. In her week long sleep she hadn't seen much of anyone, and since then - well, they had their reasons to not interact, did they? More than enough. Had he told Maine, Carolina, what had passed between them? Or would he keep it to himself? She supposed she did not mind so much with Maine. But that was different again. But they were to fight together now, she could not avoid him forever, no matter how much he comes with a memory she wants to do her best. ( How laughable, that so many insisted that the drugs given to her would be better. But oh she would rather the pain, rather the choice it presented than once more being stripped down to being helpless to the evils done around her. )
Nothing for it, she swallows as she comes up behind him where he's eyeing the horses off like he's worried even now where they are still with sleep that they might leap out at him. ]
You will never learn mounted combat if you spend all your time staring at them and not getting used to them.