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SHE COULD BARELY KEEP ROBB on his feet and moving forwards, his much taller frame almost eclipsing her. To his credit, he tried to walk along with her, but she was just moving too fast for him to do so. All she had on her mind was to create as much distance between them and the Twins as she could possibly manage and pray to both the Old Gods and the New that nobody saw and recognized them.
Glancing over her shoulder to make sure nobody was following them, she grabbed Robb by the belt and hoisted him a little higher on her shoulder, feeling him slipping down. “C’mon, Your Grace,” she muttered through gritted teeth, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts, burning her lungs in a fight for more air. “Don’t go passing out on me now, I cannot carry you.”
It wasn’t until she had dragged him far enough into the trees for the moon and stars to no longer be visible above them, and the sounds of battle only faintly audible in the distance, that she slowed a little bit, trying to catch her breath. It was that moment when she heard a twig snap to her right. She tried to spin, being held back by Robb’s weight still resting partially on her, and dropping him in the process.
“Fuck,” she hissed, but without missing a beat, drew the stolen sword on her hip, turning to face whoever it was that was stupid enough to show their face. “Back. Off,” she said through gritted teeth, stepping in front of the fallen King, making sure she was in between him and their attacker. “I will cut your throat before I allow you to have him.”