fearlessly: (🍰 sᴀɴᴅᴡɪᴄʜ)
ᴀʟɪsᴀɪᴇ "ғɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ" ʟᴇᴠᴇɪʟʟᴇᴜʀ ([personal profile] fearlessly) wrote 2019-12-15 06:21 am (UTC)

Aye.

[ they are close enough to the inn that she is confident they will make it back before it gets too late - she never ventures too far on patrol, after all, not so far that she must needs camp in the sands. prompto looks tired, he must have traveled much today already, but it will be better for him to stumble his way to the inn and sleep in safety than tempt fate by sleeping beneath the stars. the inn has little in the ways of comfort, but there are warm files and hearty meals, at least, and even a thin mattress is better than sand.

so she stoops to lift her rapier from the ground, her hands still trembling, and turns to lead both he and pea along the dunes, her fingers woven tightly in prompto's, as if he will disappear the moment she turns her eyes away. she has a thousand questions, but for now they can wait.

the walk is no more than an hour before the stone spires come into view, and the moment they arrive alisaie leads him to an empty table, gathering bowls of stew for them both, and also a smaller one for pea, of course, along with a great deal of water for all three. only once they're all seen to does she sit across from him, breaking a fresh roll in half with her hands and handing off one half to him. ]


Of course, I shall need you to tell me everything.

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