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Mako Torriblaidd
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Adora would have placed her face to the spring if he hadn't forced himself to it before her. Whimpering her legs quivered before giving out, dropping her to the ground while she watched him drink only to scramble to it as he pulled back, relishing the feeling of cool water. Fighting herself she pulled away from the water before she drank herself sick, coughing from lack of air and freshly moistened ash in her throat. Slipping down, her back to the rocks, she stared out across the open space they had managed to cross. "H-how..." She spoke, mainly to herself, "How did we live?" Her mind wasn't processing it, wondering why the gods would spare a mere servant like her.
Glancing to him as he began to clean his sword she looked confused, unsure as to why he'd waste what little energy he had to have left on that. Not questioning it she leg her head lean back against the stone, taking a deep breath of clean air, letting her lungs truly fill for the first time since the city. No ships and an ashcloud still billowing on the horizon, she could only hope the winds kept it away. "Decimus?" Her hoarse voice questioned, "Are you okay?" Finally she was assessing her own pains, she felt like hell.
Glancing to him as he began to clean his sword she looked confused, unsure as to why he'd waste what little energy he had to have left on that. Not questioning it she leg her head lean back against the stone, taking a deep breath of clean air, letting her lungs truly fill for the first time since the city. No ships and an ashcloud still billowing on the horizon, she could only hope the winds kept it away. "Decimus?" Her hoarse voice questioned, "Are you okay?" Finally she was assessing her own pains, she felt like hell.