The walk seems to take much longer than it should. Most of Daine's focus is on the subtle shift of the body on her back. Each little movement sends a jolt through her as some small, desperate part of her thinks Edgar might be stirring, though hope never has a chance to fully materialize before a fresh stab of loss hits her. Followed, inevitably, by the worry that she'll accidentally drop him.
She can feel the tickling of little claws as birds briefly alight on her mane, lending her bits of their strength before flying off and letting others take their place. She can't thank them all individually, but she knows they can feel her gratitude beneath the heavy weight of her sorrow.
They're nearly halfway back before she even realizes that two-leggers are staring. She doesn't bother to acknowledge the gawkers, though if any tried to get too close, she wouldn't hesitate to bite them. Most of them just look, though, hands over their mouths - or phones out, filming. She and her friends must be quite the spectacle, she realizes with mingled resignation and contempt. Don't any of them have better things to do?
Fortunately, they manage to make it to the subway entrance without any ugly incidents. Daine pauses there as it belatedly occurs to her that she's going to have to navigate stairs. In this shape, it's not a problem, but with what she's carrying… well. She'll just have to be careful, and trust her friends to be quick. Still, she allows herself a moment to heave an audible sigh and gather her strength - and the strength she's been gifted - for this last stretch.
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She can feel the tickling of little claws as birds briefly alight on her mane, lending her bits of their strength before flying off and letting others take their place. She can't thank them all individually, but she knows they can feel her gratitude beneath the heavy weight of her sorrow.
They're nearly halfway back before she even realizes that two-leggers are staring. She doesn't bother to acknowledge the gawkers, though if any tried to get too close, she wouldn't hesitate to bite them. Most of them just look, though, hands over their mouths - or phones out, filming. She and her friends must be quite the spectacle, she realizes with mingled resignation and contempt. Don't any of them have better things to do?
Fortunately, they manage to make it to the subway entrance without any ugly incidents. Daine pauses there as it belatedly occurs to her that she's going to have to navigate stairs. In this shape, it's not a problem, but with what she's carrying… well. She'll just have to be careful, and trust her friends to be quick. Still, she allows herself a moment to heave an audible sigh and gather her strength - and the strength she's been gifted - for this last stretch.