The tattered and soaked through clothing was easy to move around, It was practically clinging onto him like wallpaper being peeled off in one strip.
The fish grafts were visible if the scent didn't give it away. The man had his eyes on her at all times. The first clue about him was the +
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her hair down, a smidge of make up, eye liner. the smell of fresh flora staining her flesh.
β the hell did you so? β
she muttered to herself, removing a bit of armor to search. yelena wouldnβt let him die, stranger or not.
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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.
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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
