WeWriWa/Snippet Sunday 01/05/2013 #8sunday #snippetsunday
The last he remembered before he drifted off himself was her staring off into the distance, arms around her knees as she rocked and keened gently in the night. He’d wanted to hold her, comfort her, but knew his touch would be no comfort at all.
Now, the sounds and bright colors of the market lifted his spirit higher than they’d been in days. David energetically squirmed, demanding to be let off the horse. Amara got down and obliged him. Turning to him, she said, “Thank you for your aid.”
“It is my honor, ma’am,” he said, bowing to her slightly. He felt bad that there was nothing he could do to heal her wounds.
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