[ Now that William has stilled, it may be easier for him to hear-- she's not too far, breath wheezing. Keeled over against a hollowed log, she can't seem to take herself any further, for as he'd predicted, she has no energy. Her body is weak. Her voice sounds miserable. ]
You'd be better off saving a dog from the streets, you know.
[ Unmoving, she stares at a knife in her hand, its blade resting against her palm. It's been sheathed in her pocket, waiting for use; in fact, she intended to draw it at the cliff. Yet, she hesitates. ]
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You'd be better off saving a dog from the streets, you know.
[ Unmoving, she stares at a knife in her hand, its blade resting against her palm. It's been sheathed in her pocket, waiting for use; in fact, she intended to draw it at the cliff. Yet, she hesitates. ]