@ask-the-hidden-thief continued from here
The assassin scoffed as she put some distance between them, coughing as she went. They’d nearly got themselves flattened by the landslide that had separated them from the Inquisitor’s party; Rynn had got the worst of it but, apparently, was determined not to let that stop her.Not even when it was obvious, from where he was standing, watching her cling to a tree for dear life, that even if she didn’t want to stop, her body was about to not listen to her wishes.“You know, if I knew you were so suicidal, I would’ve told those who hired me to kill you to let you be. You’d kill yourself eventually without them having to pay for it,” he huffed as the woman coughed on, her knees almost giving way despite her best efforts to remain upright.
“And how exactly are you going to stop this magister you speak of?” he asked a moment later, striding over to her. “Are you going to try and cough him to death?” He picked her up without even asking her, slinging her over his shoulder like a sack before she could argue. “You need to rest and there’s nothing we can do for your companions. We can’t get past the rocks, our only way is around them. And we can’t bring that tree with us, either,” he shrugged, starting away from where their path was definitively and fully blocked.
He set her down a few short minutes later, inside the ruins of what might have once been a stone house. Only one room remained standing now, the thick stone walls standing upright for the most part, offering some shelter from the biting cold outside. The remains of a hearth took up one of the ruined walls, the only thing in the room. The Shadow handed the redhead a blanket from his pack quickly, once he’d set her down. “I’ll go back to that tree and see if I can get some wood for a fire,” he nodded calmly. “Don’t even think of moving.”
All she could muster at his snarky comments was an eye roll and a dissatisfied expression. Rynn knew he was right, of course, but she wasn’t about to admit it. Though in all honesty, part of her needed him to make her stop - she pushed too far because nothing ever felt like enough, not with the amount of people depending on her. Stopping just seemed selfish.
But her mysterious companion was having none of it, and a few moments later she found herself swept off her feet and tossed over his shoulder as if she weighed about as much as a sack of flour. The initial move caught her by surprise, and the sound she made as he did so made that clear. But, funnily enough, she didn’t fight him. Whether or not that was due to the cold or because she sort of appreciated the forced break, Rynn would never say.
“You do have a point.” She answered grudgingly as he carried her towards something - she couldn’t see what thanks to how he’d picked her up. “And if I die from exposure I can’t protect anyone.” Rynn acquiesced, though she wasn’t terribly happy about it.
Soon enough, the Inquisitor was on the ground again, gratefully taking the blanket The Shadow handed her. Though she pulled it tightly around her, the cold was still finding its way to her. She shivered, looking up at Shadow before he went to leave.
“Don’t worry, I give up for the night. You win this one. But please hurry back with the firewood... it’s freezing.” Rynn responded, blanket nearly covering her face as she looked up at him. It was times like this she wished she was a mage- creating fire to warm herself up didn’t sound like a terrible idea right about now.