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[an_evening_star]

The time passes slowly as Sal's caravan creaks its way back toward Wall, and Yvaine has lost track of the exact passing of days and hours and minutes. They seem to blend indecipherably into each other - resting as the woman drives and making her careful way up onto the wagon's roof while the woman sleeps, head tilted up at the sky and nighttime

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[tristranthorn]

As per usual, Tristran doesn't respond right away. Crawling on all fours, he comes to sniff her, then walks off towards the other side of the cage where there is a small (somewhat dirty) gathering of straw bits.

[an_evening_star]

She flops backward onto the bed and there's a groan, drawn out and probably more befitting of someone being violently murdered than someone suffering from a severe case of moron-withdrawal.

(But he's her moron - and she's used to him.)

A few more moments of sulking quietly - the sound of her own breathing isn't half as interesting as it could be - and she props herself back up, arms folded and nose back against the bars.

"Don't think that I am wholly dependent on you," she mumbles. "Just because I am here again."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran's ears perk at the sight of Yvaine once again -- he knows it is a familiar face now -- as he watches her with eyes that resemble droplets of black ink.

Then nose twitching, he goes about his own business -- which generally means doing absolutely nothing.

He is rather hungry, though. This he knows.

[an_evening_star]

He's always hungry. It would be far more astounding if he were not.

A quiet sigh and she unlatches the cage door, scooping him easily between her fingers and depositing him just as easily into her lap. Another moment and her free hand - the one not skittering somewhere behind his ears - snatches a handful of nuts off of a nearby counter.

It's not as though she was planning on eating them herself or anything.

"This is wretched, you know," a laugh. "Well, of course you know, as it is likely a fair bit more wretched for you. But it is just - I - I cannot say that I am terribly fond of people hurting you."