[… Fine, she will keep it. It has a little strap suitable enough for her to tie to the “belt” around the fur she wears wrapped around her waist, but when it comes to the actual tying…
She will hold it.
But there is a moment when he asks and she looks down at her hand and knows that something is wrong. Her fingers are cold, no matter how many times she curls her fist to encourage the blood to flow. The bones are stiff.]
- I have simply overused it, perhaps. Digging through the rubble.
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She will hold it.
But there is a moment when he asks and she looks down at her hand and knows that something is wrong. Her fingers are cold, no matter how many times she curls her fist to encourage the blood to flow. The bones are stiff.]
- I have simply overused it, perhaps. Digging through the rubble.
Nothing rest will not fix.
[Whenever the weary got that.]