[ Yan can't help being frustrated with how far they don't manage to get, but she has to remind herself that trying to travel on a broken foot isn't any shade of easy. When the sun is finally starting to set, she allows Peter to select a location; funnily, it's a complete opposite from what Yan would have chosen, but that's mostly because she would have looked for cover to fit a fox, not a clearing big enough for humans to rest.
Racial differences.
She only winces slightly when Peter helps her to the ground, and she readjusts to find the least painful way to keep her foot. She looks up when Peter offers her the little wrapping of food, and she considers it, looking from the cloth to his face. She's reluctant to take it, but not out of distrust.
A moment of hesitation more, and then she accepts the food. She unknots the cloth—
—and is almost immediately tearing into the jerky ravenously.
So much for not being hungry.
She's mid-chew as she glances back at Peter, speaking with her mouth full of the dried meat. ]
Mmmn— d'you think you can bring me a couple of small sticks on your way back?
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Racial differences.
She only winces slightly when Peter helps her to the ground, and she readjusts to find the least painful way to keep her foot. She looks up when Peter offers her the little wrapping of food, and she considers it, looking from the cloth to his face. She's reluctant to take it, but not out of distrust.
A moment of hesitation more, and then she accepts the food. She unknots the cloth—
—and is almost immediately tearing into the jerky ravenously.
So much for not being hungry.
She's mid-chew as she glances back at Peter, speaking with her mouth full of the dried meat. ]
Mmmn— d'you think you can bring me a couple of small sticks on your way back?