[ abigail sits cross-legged, seeming perfectly fine in the dark maze. it's hard not to be dismissive of some danger when you're already dead. ]
I'm not very tired yet.
[ still, she unwinds her scarf from her neck, baring her scars to koby in the dim moonlight, slashes across her throat looking stark in the silvery light. she ties a knot in one end of the thin fabric and passes it to koby, tying another knot in the end she keeps in her own hand. ]
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I'm not very tired yet.
[ still, she unwinds her scarf from her neck, baring her scars to koby in the dim moonlight, slashes across her throat looking stark in the silvery light. she ties a knot in one end of the thin fabric and passes it to koby, tying another knot in the end she keeps in her own hand. ]
So we don't get separated.