@seethewcrld continued from x
Robyn stared ahead of her, vision blurry and body sore. “Who….” She winced at the weakness in her voice. She noticed colors, shapes, until she decided to take a guess. “….. 5 O’Clock shadow? That you?” She winced, trying to move herself but she could.
Qrow sat on the floor, leaving Robyn to lay on the single bench. Cold metal pressed against his back. She’d taken the fall harder than he had, she could use any small comfort the General would offer them.
“... Yeah. It’s me.” His voice rasped hollowly through their metal cell, one thumb brushing over the badge in his palm. “You ok?”