The moment she placed him down, the peasant's lower jaw hung low, and his mouth was slightly parted out of habit. Pain, there was so much pain he felt. If she observed his injuries, she would notice the fish skin grafts all over his body. Showcasing that he has survival instinct, ( he ) did this. +
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the blonde held him up with no problem, dragging him to the nearest area.
this should work.
sheβd settle the man upon the ground, assessing him for where any injuries could possibly be.
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He appeared to be slightly clueless, uncertain of what would happen next. He lost strength on his legs, feeling them wobble slightly.
As he slumped and leaned over the significantly smaller woman, feeling his weight all over her.
The man without words remained silent, no voice, no nothing. +
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he looked hurt.
a sigh escaped the blonde as she moved beneath his arm to hold him up. the russian accent thick as she spoke.
β come on. you look like youβre about to fall out. β
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A moment of silence came from the large male, remained seated with his back slight arched and hunched forward.
The shackles around his wrists clashed together, chains flailed beneath him still. He didn't mean to intimidate the woman. The peasant only seeked for [ help. ] +
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β you do not scare me. β
