[ Okay, they’re on the same page. He thinks. Simon scrambles shakily to his feet. Too preoccupied to wonder if touching a jinba’s horse half is weird, he braces a forearm against her back until he feels stable. And then he grabs her wrist, pulling her toward the gleaming Struxtan equivalent of the sidewalk in hopes that her bottom half will follow her top half. ]
The hostel— come on— [ he can get to it from here, he thinks, they just need to get out of the fucking road first, one foot in front of the other, come on, come on ]
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The hostel— come on— [ he can get to it from here, he thinks, they just need to get out of the fucking road first, one foot in front of the other, come on, come on ]