[Mary looks a sight paler than the consoles would have lead one to believe, but there's a strength to her too, in the way she holds herself as she stands. She's on the mend, all things considered, whatever that 'mend' may be. The local medicines aren't much meant for humans, but it's brought the fever down, and she's eaten and slept some.
But she knows dyin', now, and this ain't it. This place may make as little sense as a sailboat in a storm, but she's never been one to turn down second chances.
Which is why, despite everything, Edward gets pulled into a hug when he comes through the door. He carried her, damn the man, and she's always had more faith in him than even what he had in himself.]
Bloody hell, Kenway.
[It's a curse and a greeting both as she curls her fingers in the fabric of his coat. She's questions enough for him, but they can wait. Right now, she's glad and grateful to see him again, the bastard. It was either this or hit him, and she's not trusting to the strength of her arms much right now.]
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But she knows dyin', now, and this ain't it. This place may make as little sense as a sailboat in a storm, but she's never been one to turn down second chances.
Which is why, despite everything, Edward gets pulled into a hug when he comes through the door. He carried her, damn the man, and she's always had more faith in him than even what he had in himself.]
Bloody hell, Kenway.
[It's a curse and a greeting both as she curls her fingers in the fabric of his coat. She's questions enough for him, but they can wait. Right now, she's glad and grateful to see him again, the bastard. It was either this or hit him, and she's not trusting to the strength of her arms much right now.]