COMBINED CAMP: DAY THREE

[sparednothing]

[The morning ends the heavy storm, bright sunshine beaming down on the makeshift camp. Some of you may be injured from last nights incidents, but at least this is some downtime for you to recuperate. Tembo and Harding are arguing heatedly some distance from the camp, but otherwise the jungle is silent.

The camp is being visited, however. A pack of compsognathus have made their way into camp. They're little guys only ten inches high, easily the smallest residents on the island. They're currently scurrying around the camp, looking for any food to scavenge, seemingly not concerned with the people milling around]

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[stormborned]

I will find my own; I will not take yours, my lord. [ she looks somewhat surprised at herself for even gracing him with the title—even so, she won't be calling him your Grace, anytime soon. ]

And I would not attempt to handle such a weapon as the others have. Its use would be wasted on me.

[ Then she looks at him, really looks at him, searchingly, this time. His worry and anxiety are palpable, and Dany can only imagine how she would feel if a beloved younger sister was in such danger. Her voice softens, just slightly. ]

She will be alright.

[wolfskin]

[ It surprises Robb as well, he truthfully did not expect any sort of title from her.

His shoulders tense slightly, gaze moving to other things almost in an futile attempt to still his raging thoughts. To swallow the thought that his sister may harmed, or worst lost to him, he cannot. Unconsciously his fingers flex, wanting to seek the grey shadow that is not there.

She will be alright. ]

I pray she will. [ He lets out a shuddering breath. ]

[stormborned]

I am certain of it. [ She's not entirely sure why she chooses to tell him this—is it to convince him, or herself?—but regardless, she believes it. ]

She has a sharp mind. [ The faint traces of an unbidden smirk threaten the corners of her lips, as she recalls Arya's initial visit. ] And she is quite courageous, if the way she speaks it is any indication.

[wolfskin]

Aye, she does. [ Inhale, exhale. He misses his wolf, the silent grey shadow forever at his side, it would be simple if the beast was here. But he is not and it leave Robb with an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, as if someone cut off his arm. ]

We leave shortly, be ready when I call.