Reasoning with Barrow is useless but Abby feels like she has to keep trying anyway. She squeezes her arms threateningly where they've landed around his neck — he bucks underneath of her like a horse, and then pitches over until she falls off, smacking her hip against the wood of the bed with a groan.
Oh, that's it. (How many members of Riftwatch does it take to tackle some guy coming off lyrium...?)
She grabs the back of Barrow's shirt and yanks him hard to keep him down.
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Reasoning with Barrow is useless but Abby feels like she has to keep trying anyway. She squeezes her arms threateningly where they've landed around his neck — he bucks underneath of her like a horse, and then pitches over until she falls off, smacking her hip against the wood of the bed with a groan.
Oh, that's it. (How many members of Riftwatch does it take to tackle some guy coming off lyrium...?)
She grabs the back of Barrow's shirt and yanks him hard to keep him down.