With that tart retort, Woe has little else to say to the android for the duration of their trip, cutting off Dinah’s faltering questions with an upraised hand. They travel in silence away from the camp, proceeding to the ruined wasteland where a cairn sits, and the young man watches over them as Woe proceeds with distinct professionalism through the ghoulishly intimate ritual. She is not unkind with her hand dripping in mingled blood and filth on Anna’s chest, Dinah huddled at the android’s side looking between them both with hope that slices through any and all trepidation.
The portal comes, a blazing sigil in the air that Woe all but shoves the pair of them through as she remains anchored on her own side (with lashings of tendon and bone hooks at her feet, in case Anna feels clever), and all at once, Anna and Dinah are safely on the other side. The girl detaches from her shyly at first, and then, at the first deep breath of clean, sweet air, she trembles, clasping her hands over her mouth at she beholds the world renewed.
“I’m home,” she says, in great, shaken wonder, and then she whirls back on her feet to toss herself on Anna in a fervent hug, burying her teary face in her shoulder, “Thank you, thank you, thank you -“
It will be a touch of work to pry her off, but the ward on Anna’s face won’t so much as twitch at her doing so. Dinah will eventually make her fumbled goodbyes and dart off in search of her loved ones, hair fanning out like wings behind her as she goes.
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With that tart retort, Woe has little else to say to the android for the duration of their trip, cutting off Dinah’s faltering questions with an upraised hand. They travel in silence away from the camp, proceeding to the ruined wasteland where a cairn sits, and the young man watches over them as Woe proceeds with distinct professionalism through the ghoulishly intimate ritual. She is not unkind with her hand dripping in mingled blood and filth on Anna’s chest, Dinah huddled at the android’s side looking between them both with hope that slices through any and all trepidation.
The portal comes, a blazing sigil in the air that Woe all but shoves the pair of them through as she remains anchored on her own side (with lashings of tendon and bone hooks at her feet, in case Anna feels clever), and all at once, Anna and Dinah are safely on the other side. The girl detaches from her shyly at first, and then, at the first deep breath of clean, sweet air, she trembles, clasping her hands over her mouth at she beholds the world renewed.
“I’m home,” she says, in great, shaken wonder, and then she whirls back on her feet to toss herself on Anna in a fervent hug, burying her teary face in her shoulder, “Thank you, thank you, thank you -“
It will be a touch of work to pry her off, but the ward on Anna’s face won’t so much as twitch at her doing so. Dinah will eventually make her fumbled goodbyes and dart off in search of her loved ones, hair fanning out like wings behind her as she goes.