[ Peter, for his part, does not put the knife away. In fact, he grips it all the more tightly. Peter has never been quick to trust, and ladies randomly appearing out of seemingly nowhere are very low on the list of “people to whom you can entrust your neck.”
But she has a point, he thinks, though there was no way he was saying that aloud. There’s no telling how long she had been there when he had blacked out; judging by the fire he had stoked, which was only slightly less bright (if it had diminished at all), he couldn’t have been out more than a few moments, but that was still time enough to slit his throat, if she had the desire to.
His eyes flick down to the relic when hers do, but only for a moment – his eyes are back on her face (what little he could see of it) the second he determined the relic was, in fact, still there. ]
I-- [ He hesitates and frowns a little; he works to gather his thoughts, and when he speaks next, he seems doubtful of his own words. ] I didn’t free you.
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But she has a point, he thinks, though there was no way he was saying that aloud. There’s no telling how long she had been there when he had blacked out; judging by the fire he had stoked, which was only slightly less bright (if it had diminished at all), he couldn’t have been out more than a few moments, but that was still time enough to slit his throat, if she had the desire to.
His eyes flick down to the relic when hers do, but only for a moment – his eyes are back on her face (what little he could see of it) the second he determined the relic was, in fact, still there. ]
I-- [ He hesitates and frowns a little; he works to gather his thoughts, and when he speaks next, he seems doubtful of his own words. ] I didn’t free you.