[ The sounds of the horses outside draws a curse out of him. Whatever time they might have had to conceal his presence is long gone now. He hurriedly helps her gather his things, giving the small house a cursory sweep for anything he might have missed before ducking into the bedroom. ]
Stay safe, querida.
[ Hurried, hushed, before he closes the bedroom door. He presses himself against the wall near the door, careful to stay out of sight of the windows, heart hammering in his chest, one hand on his gun.
He hopes against hope that they'll just pass on by, that they'll take the word of a lady and move on. ]
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Stay safe, querida.
[ Hurried, hushed, before he closes the bedroom door. He presses himself against the wall near the door, careful to stay out of sight of the windows, heart hammering in his chest, one hand on his gun.
He hopes against hope that they'll just pass on by, that they'll take the word of a lady and move on. ]