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Kairi: ....*tucks against Darnell's shoulder, just...clinging.*
Darnell: */hugs/ her to him* You don't have to see him if you don't want to, Kairi. I just want to give you the opportunity that I never had. But if you want to go and never see him again, never look back, all you have to do is nod your head.
Kairi: *still for a long moment........... and finally gives a single nod*
Darnell: .........all right, we'll go, Kairi. It's /over/. *will stand to leave with the other men, Kairi still cuddled to his chest and balancing his belongings on his other arm*
*The stable boy has brought out all their horses, but when he sees Darnell’s horse he’ll run to fetch Blossom too. With all the horses out and ready the men will get their stuff packed onto their horses, Taren taking Darnell’s stuff to pack onto Blossom so Darnell doesn’t have to let go of Kairi. And then Egan will give Darnell a hand up onto his horse, again, so he doesn’t have to let go of Kairi...well... unless he’d rather get up on his own and have Egan pass Kairi to him. Either is possible with the big guy and he’s happy to do whatever Darnell is comfortable with.*
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LOL you edited while I was typing, apparently XD
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*Darnell will make it home and make his report without incident. Time passes and Darnell takes cases not only all over the city, but all over the kingdom. Sometimes he’s specifically sent by Sidon. He often travels alone, just because he can travel faster on his own. He’s on his way home from a successful, and blessedly mundane, case. He’s stopped off the road and into the trees a ways. He’s tied Blossome up with a long lead so she can graze. He’s moved off a bit to find a pool along the river bank where he can wash up and do a bit of fishing. He’s set upon by bandits, beaten, and stabbed, robbed, and left. He’s only lost a little money, and Blossom was unnoticed so she’s still there with all his stuff in his travel bags, but he’s bleeding terribly from a wound in his chest just under the ribs. It’s hard to breathe, and hard to move, because of the pain in his lacerated diaphram. He’ll not be sure if he’ll bleed to death or sufforcate first. Just as his vision is starting to fuzz he’ll see a j’har woman has entered the clearing and frozen in her tracks.*
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