She stared through the slits in her helm with one eye in defiance, the other closed as blood trickled down over it in a thin rivulet
. She squinted her eye, “Elyn!! Come on, she’s wounded! You have to help me get her out of here!”
Hands under her arms, the sound of grunting and straining as she was lifted to her limp feet, being shamelessly dragged from the battlefield, her head lolling, only occasionally catching glimpses, a few boys, messengers maybe, or squires, each with a crossbow. ” She asked, a soft smile on her face
. . I needed to get a good night rest and come back in first thing in the morning…yes on Christmas Day
She stared through the slits in her helm with one eye in defiance, the other closed as blood trickled down over it in a thin rivulet
. She squinted her eye, “Elyn!! Come on, she’s wounded! You have to help me get her out of here!”
Hands under her arms, the sound of grunting and straining as she was lifted to her limp feet, being shamelessly dragged from the battlefield, her head lolling, only occasionally catching glimpses, a few boys, messengers maybe, or squires, each with a crossbow. ” She asked, a soft smile on her face
. . I needed to get a good night rest and come back in first thing in the morning…yes on Christmas Day
She stared through the slits in her helm with one eye in defiance, the other closed as blood trickled down over it in a thin rivulet
. She squinted her eye, “Elyn!! Come on, she’s wounded! You have to help me get her out of here!”
Hands under her arms, the sound of grunting and straining as she was lifted to her limp feet, being shamelessly dragged from the battlefield, her head lolling, only occasionally catching glimpses, a few boys, messengers maybe, or squires, each with a crossbow. ” She asked, a soft smile on her face
. . I needed to get a good night rest and come back in first thing in the morning…yes on Christmas Day
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