[ There's a long moment where he lets her words sink in -- but he doesn't argue. He's not really feeling up to it, so she's at least right on that count.
And he trusts her judgement, anyway, trusts that she'll tell him in time, but it's not hard to parse out that he's done something extra shitty. He just can't figure out how he figures in with the acrid smell of burnt flesh.
He scrubs his face with his hands and sits up, focusing entirely on Maya to avoid looking at the bodies just visible from the corners of his eyes. Whatever's happened has left him feeling like he's been weighed down, and all he wants to do is sleep -- but so close to town, surrounded the bodies of four (weren't there five?) recently decommissioned bandits, isn't exactly an optimal position. ]
Need to keep moving. [ He doesn't realize the way his words are running together like he's only half awake. ] Gonna get caught.
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And he trusts her judgement, anyway, trusts that she'll tell him in time, but it's not hard to parse out that he's done something extra shitty. He just can't figure out how he figures in with the acrid smell of burnt flesh.
He scrubs his face with his hands and sits up, focusing entirely on Maya to avoid looking at the bodies just visible from the corners of his eyes. Whatever's happened has left him feeling like he's been weighed down, and all he wants to do is sleep -- but so close to town, surrounded the bodies of four (weren't there five?) recently decommissioned bandits, isn't exactly an optimal position. ]
Need to keep moving. [ He doesn't realize the way his words are running together like he's only half awake. ] Gonna get caught.