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Blood… So much blood.
It was in her eyes, in her mouth, the coppery tang demanded her attention from the sensations of pain in her head. Blood coated her mouth, screaming to be spat out by the revulsion swimming in her body. No, not revulsion: nausea. She wanted nothing more than to stop, to vomit, to purge all of what just happened – but stopping was a luxury. She was so tired.
Get one foot in front of the other. Again. Again. Again.
Build some... that word for “thing that keeps you going”. Keep that up.
Keep running.
It hurt, but hurt was better than dead. Why did her head hurt so bad?
There would be more of them, and soon. One of those Many-Arrows bastards got away. They’d been riding a horse. They’d bring more. They’d get her. They would definitely kill her for what she’d done, and doubly so after… after what just happened.
Hartusk wasn’t a ruler known for forgiveness.
Keep those feet moving. Run if you can. Walk if you must.
Safety was out there. Somewhere. She just had to find it. She wouldn’t find it here, not after the assault on Sundabar.
Sundabar…
No, those thoughts couldn’t take purchase right now.
Safety.
Safety was all that was important now. Damn the rest.