[Ilde's nightmares dissipate as the Darkling dumps her into their arms, even if the sense of her still rings in Murphy's head like a siren, an unending cry of warning. The shadow monsters aren't gone. The shadows are the Darkling's, and between that and the way both Bellamy and Ilde seem to flow towards him like a current, Murphy's impression of the man carves even sharper with distrust.
But now isn't the time for that. He concentrates on holding Ilde up between himself and Bellamy as they move forward, shooting a glare at Y for the collection of issued orders with no hand given to help.]
Yeah, I can really see why you brought her.
[Muttered, uncaring if Y hears him or not. But she's right. Ilde right now looks a hell of a lot like Bellamy when they'd been brought in, and the guards had wasted no time sweeping him away to medical.]
Here. [He shifts his grip on Ilde, catches Bellamy's eye in silent communication to do the same. Brace, not carry.] Focus on the floor, not your feet.
[It's what he'd done in the desert, endlessly marching onwards on Jaha's stupid quest. He doesn't know if it will work. But they need something to, quickly.]
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But now isn't the time for that. He concentrates on holding Ilde up between himself and Bellamy as they move forward, shooting a glare at Y for the collection of issued orders with no hand given to help.]
Yeah, I can really see why you brought her.
[Muttered, uncaring if Y hears him or not. But she's right. Ilde right now looks a hell of a lot like Bellamy when they'd been brought in, and the guards had wasted no time sweeping him away to medical.]
Here. [He shifts his grip on Ilde, catches Bellamy's eye in silent communication to do the same. Brace, not carry.] Focus on the floor, not your feet.
[It's what he'd done in the desert, endlessly marching onwards on Jaha's stupid quest. He doesn't know if it will work. But they need something to, quickly.]