Too late, he's already moving. Her sigh is external, but quiet as she picks herself up and takes a few quick steps to catch up with him. She only takes the hint to stay quiet for a few minutes before she clears her throat and tries to talk him into resting again.
"There ain't nothin' wrong with stoppin', love," she tries again, scratching at the back of her neck. It keeps her from getting too distracted by all the grotesque noises around them, or the far off mechanical marching she's certain she hears. "Its like I said -- they could come to us just as easy as we trip over them. And we're less likely to get separated if we hold still. I think."
There hadn't been much of a pattern of anything, as far as she could tell.
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Too late, he's already moving. Her sigh is external, but quiet as she picks herself up and takes a few quick steps to catch up with him. She only takes the hint to stay quiet for a few minutes before she clears her throat and tries to talk him into resting again.
"There ain't nothin' wrong with stoppin', love," she tries again, scratching at the back of her neck. It keeps her from getting too distracted by all the grotesque noises around them, or the far off mechanical marching she's certain she hears. "Its like I said -- they could come to us just as easy as we trip over them. And we're less likely to get separated if we hold still. I think."
There hadn't been much of a pattern of anything, as far as she could tell.