[Susan genuinely doesn't expect him to let go, and as a result, almost falls when he looses her, struggling to find her footing on legs that feel weak as a newborn foal's. She has to catch herself on one of the bunks, her breath coming in coarse, whooping coughs. And... aye, when she moves, the stabbing ache of it tells her there's a very real chance that's a rib broken.]
[But she's loose, and she's down, and it's more than she'd hoped for. She looks up at him through the tangled curtain of her hair, rubbing her side ruefully, and, for a moment, says nothing at all.]
[She'll have to watch him. Oh, she'll have to watch him very close. And if there's any way she can get a blade, something to even the odds a little, she'll have to watch for that, as well.]
[For now, all she can do is hope that their tangle has done something to dampen his enthusiasm for a fight. Under the circumstances, it seems to her that the most she can look for is brief reprieve, and if he's been put off a while, that's better than nothing. She lets out a long, slightly rattling breath. Now, don't go prodding him again, Susan. Don't make this worse.]
Sure. Sunny as a fine summer's day. And I'll not even ask after that horse.
[...Apparently, "don't make this worse" is too much to ask of herself right now.]
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[But she's loose, and she's down, and it's more than she'd hoped for. She looks up at him through the tangled curtain of her hair, rubbing her side ruefully, and, for a moment, says nothing at all.]
[She'll have to watch him. Oh, she'll have to watch him very close. And if there's any way she can get a blade, something to even the odds a little, she'll have to watch for that, as well.]
[For now, all she can do is hope that their tangle has done something to dampen his enthusiasm for a fight. Under the circumstances, it seems to her that the most she can look for is brief reprieve, and if he's been put off a while, that's better than nothing. She lets out a long, slightly rattling breath. Now, don't go prodding him again, Susan. Don't make this worse.]
Sure. Sunny as a fine summer's day. And I'll not even ask after that horse.
[...Apparently, "don't make this worse" is too much to ask of herself right now.]