Marian looks at him briefly, a queasy combination of gratitude and guilt framing the the blue-grey of her eyes, before she takes off down the hallway. For how, completely out, fast she's going, how much like that first mad dash it is, it's amazing how completely quiet each of her steps is.
She'll return a few minutes later. No tack, no saddle, that part isn't important. She can get those later. Pieces not from this terrible place. Nothing taken with her. Lineave, with Marian's hand barely more than laid against her neck, actually following rather well at her side without lead, after endless years of habit with one.
If, by then, she caught on to the thought that she won't see Robin, again, for the second time today after expecting it, she's used to something always hurting, quietly, somewhere in her. She simply gave Caspian a small, rough, smile. "Thank you."
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Date: 2012-03-31 05:49 pm (UTC)She'll return a few minutes later. No tack, no saddle, that part isn't important. She can get those later. Pieces not from this terrible place. Nothing taken with her. Lineave, with Marian's hand barely more than laid against her neck, actually following rather well at her side without lead, after endless years of habit with one.
If, by then, she caught on to the thought that she won't see Robin, again, for the second time today after expecting it, she's used to something always hurting, quietly, somewhere in her. She simply gave Caspian a small, rough, smile. "Thank you."