I run until I'm exhausted. I throw up until
The curved door leading to the Morag Tong den within the Silted Serpent bore the weight of Nina who leaned her figure into it. After Bryn left, despite another round of bleeding impurities out, they started. From the door to the main building to the storehouse is a quick path but tonight it did not seem so. She had descended the steps when an abrupt shriek came from behind in the shadowed second-floor landing. Sprinting the rest of the stairs Nina backs up to the archway then peers up at the darkness as if something plays hide and seek.
The groggy Imperial was met with the sight of an unfamiliar ceiling as he finally came to. It took him perhaps a few seconds too long to realize that he was not alone in this strange bed. Maybe the arm draped across his chest and the bare leg intertwined with his own had something to do with that impressive feat of deduction. He reached up to rub the weariness from his eyes, only to wince as his palm touched his face. Did he get punched at one point? That seemed like something he should probably remember.
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