The way the body sounds when it hits the ground, Theon's already trying hard enough to compartmentalize what's happening that it slides, for better or worse, into the neat little space kept for casualties of battle.
And at any rate, he's far more concerned about the way Daryl steps back from the other one. He catches the hand on his sleeve and grips it tightly, not sure if he can trust his voice-- or his ability to find words.
Thank fuck when they make it out.
Theon pulls in huge gulps of air, like it tastes different away from the town, and it does, if only because he can't smell fresh blood. "Okay," he murmurs, as Daryl directs him, reaching for his forearm, not sure which of them he's doing it for, and breathes. "Okay."
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Date: 2020-11-07 03:10 am (UTC)And at any rate, he's far more concerned about the way Daryl steps back from the other one. He catches the hand on his sleeve and grips it tightly, not sure if he can trust his voice-- or his ability to find words.
Thank fuck when they make it out.
Theon pulls in huge gulps of air, like it tastes different away from the town, and it does, if only because he can't smell fresh blood. "Okay," he murmurs, as Daryl directs him, reaching for his forearm, not sure which of them he's doing it for, and breathes. "Okay."