Creek
The Forbidden Word
Keir Sullivan
Keir was more than a little relieved when the hands retreated. He considered chasing them, but knew it would be a bad idea. A laugh and faint voice could be heard carried on a breeze, and he wondered what it was for a moment, but dismissed it. He turned back to see Pansa making sure that Ireth was okay. The idea of a camp was very tempting to Keir, as he was was tired and injured, as well as hungry. He realized suddenly that it was probably almost morning at this point, and he hadn't eaten since the previous morning before encountering Arya.
His stomach immediately began rumbling, causing him to wince and groan as the broken edges of his rib rubbed against each other. As the others began moving to find a more open area, he followed, not bothering to retrieve his torch. He wheezed heavily as he walked and remained quiet, trying to ignore the pain of his broken rib. He was fairly dazed, and nearly walked into the trap before he realized that Pansa had told him to stop. He was glad that someone who was good at spotting traps was with the group, as he knew that he would have blundered straight into it otherwise.
His stomach immediately began rumbling, causing him to wince and groan as the broken edges of his rib rubbed against each other. As the others began moving to find a more open area, he followed, not bothering to retrieve his torch. He wheezed heavily as he walked and remained quiet, trying to ignore the pain of his broken rib. He was fairly dazed, and nearly walked into the trap before he realized that Pansa had told him to stop. He was glad that someone who was good at spotting traps was with the group, as he knew that he would have blundered straight into it otherwise.
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