[ she isn't expecting the way vasquez draws her close, but she settles into his arms, resting her forehead against his shoulder with a small, quiet sigh. she doesn't catch what he says, can't pick out the words, but it's the tone of his voice, the comfort of his touch, and it helps to ease some of the tension that's been thrumming through her since she saw those men in the saloon.
she straightens up when he steps away, nodding immediately in agreement. ]
Where should we go?
[ it doesn't especially matter she realizes, as long as the direction they pick is away. ]
no subject
she straightens up when he steps away, nodding immediately in agreement. ]
Where should we go?
[ it doesn't especially matter she realizes, as long as the direction they pick is away. ]