The cold is searing and his shoulder especially aches, reminding him of what he lacks. He loses track of time and he distracts himself by clenching whatever his only hand can grab. How long will he be left here? They, at least, won't abandon the horse.
Surely that means another fate awaits him?
He flinches at the first touch, holding his breath as he fights to stand on his feet. The warm cloak is positively heavenly and he turns his head to thank the one responsible - only to freeze.
"Zewu-Jun..." he falls to his knees, bowing his head lower than ever before.
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Date: 2019-12-31 02:36 am (UTC)From:Surely that means another fate awaits him?
He flinches at the first touch, holding his breath as he fights to stand on his feet. The warm cloak is positively heavenly and he turns his head to thank the one responsible - only to freeze.
"Zewu-Jun..." he falls to his knees, bowing his head lower than ever before.