[she can't help the bit of relief she feels in being able to take a hand, to give up a bit of her helplessness and leave it to someone else to strike ahead. perhaps a bit immature of her, she thinks...a bit too passing-the-buck of her.
well, unless he complains about it, she'll not bring it up!
all this to say she does take his hand, her own smaller and far fairer where the coarseness of life is concerned; whatever her life was like, it sure doesn't show signs of strife at her fingertips.
she dutifully follows barely a pace behind, opting to be more behind him and keep herself spaced as neatly between the walls of the exit as they go, and only when their feet have finally crossed the threshold and their eyes have seen the last of the headstones does it feel like she's breathed again.]
The town... [if it can even be called a town! more like a collection of buildings that belong in a town, just kind of misplaced in this landscape. either way...]
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well, unless he complains about it, she'll not bring it up!
all this to say she does take his hand, her own smaller and far fairer where the coarseness of life is concerned; whatever her life was like, it sure doesn't show signs of strife at her fingertips.
she dutifully follows barely a pace behind, opting to be more behind him and keep herself spaced as neatly between the walls of the exit as they go, and only when their feet have finally crossed the threshold and their eyes have seen the last of the headstones does it feel like she's breathed again.]
The town... [if it can even be called a town! more like a collection of buildings that belong in a town, just kind of misplaced in this landscape. either way...]