Hush. [ Nell says, reaching out to slap a hand at his mouth. Not hard, but also not very accurately. ] I just want some air. [ He just means he's not helping tonight, right? ] Maybe food.
[ Winding back down the stairs is an exercise in resisting the urge to shove people, but the street outside is less crowded, and she tugs her coat closed against the chill as they step out of the tavern's glow and into the street. ]
Walk to the river? We haven't been to the taverns there.
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[ Winding back down the stairs is an exercise in resisting the urge to shove people, but the street outside is less crowded, and she tugs her coat closed against the chill as they step out of the tavern's glow and into the street. ]
Walk to the river? We haven't been to the taverns there.