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It isn’t hard to tell that she is suspicious of his actions. Should the roles be reversed, he might be too. After all, Geralt isn’t used to kindness either. Any help he’s ever gotten usually ends in betrayal or someone wanting to use him.

“Don’t mention it.” He doesn’t need her thank you, he only needs to make sure she is safe. Completely safe. Until morning, at least. He nods his head in the direction east of them. “I’ve set up camp this way.”

     SHE WAITS until he takes a few steps before she follows, ignoring the pain still coursing through her leg. walking isn’t helping to ease it, but she’s stubborn and she’ll keep moving anyway. with the abuse she puts her body through it’s a wonder it hasn’t given out on her yet.      rayne is careful to keep the majority of her weight on her right leg as a manner of relieving as much of the pain as she can. it’s moments like this she wishes she was near any town or village. a drink does wonders when it comes to taking the edge off.

“It seems as if I’m not the only one who needed a break.” The way she is acting, the way she moves closer to the edge of the balcony instead of remaining close to the door as she waits. The way she admires the flowers, she seems far more AT EASE here.

And how can he blame her? It is CALM here. PEACEFUL. The breeze is nice and the flowers are beautiful. Maybe nothing is bothering her, but what kind of person would he be if he DIDN’T ASK? “Are you alright?”

     ❝it’s certainly no secret that i’m not a fan of these functions.❞ a hand waves absently toward the door separating them from everyone inside.

Liz had been locking up the Crashdown for the night when Noah had forced his way in and attacked her. She’d trapped in him in the walk-in freezer after locking herself in there briefly but he eventually got out, and attacked her, taking the knife from her that she had, had to protect herself and it was in the struggle that she had ended up getting stabbed. She’d thrown a spice in his face, blinding him and he’d run, leaving her injured and alone.

She was going to call Kyle to come tend to the wound, knowing if she called Max he’d want to come heal her instead of getting Noah and stopping him once and for all. She’d been about to call Kyle, holding pressing to the heavily bleeding wound with one hand, when she heard Max’s voice as he burst into the diner, clearly deciding he needed to make sure she was okay first.

She realized then how she must look, pale and shaky, her shirt and hands covered with blood. “It was Noah.” She told him, taking a step towards him, something she probably shouldn’t have done as she wavered, “I’m okay. You should go after him before he hurts anyone else.” She knew he wouldn’t though, not now.

The rush of pure, bright affection surging through him is so intense it’s almost staggering, but it isn’t news to Hannibal. Some things don’t need to be said to know their truth. But it’s so rare for Will to express affection, and so unlike him, that it makes hearing it special.

“Should I be concerned, Will?” He teases lightly, his tone fond. “Such declarations from you are typically followed by attempts at bodily harm.”

“are you so ready to meet your end?” 

“You’re an idiot.”