[Allison says nothing as they leave the cabin. It's hard, but she lets Cold propel her along. Without thinking, she sticks close to his side, cleaving to the animal comfort of another warm body within reach...the strength of his fingers, the steady thump of his heartbeat, and even the icy stillness he carries with him.
When they get to the pub door, Allison fumbles in her pocket with her free hand for her phone, which doubles as her warden item. Tapping it to the door, she finally, reluctantly releases Cold's hand to turn the knob and admit them both inside.]
The, uh...the last warden that ran the pub kept some good stuff around. [Her voice catches on the words as she thinks of Duke, her eyes welling anew as she quietly shuffles behind the bar, trying to move and act instead of thinking and feeling.]
[Spam - Isaac's Abandoned Cabin]
When they get to the pub door, Allison fumbles in her pocket with her free hand for her phone, which doubles as her warden item. Tapping it to the door, she finally, reluctantly releases Cold's hand to turn the knob and admit them both inside.]
The, uh...the last warden that ran the pub kept some good stuff around. [Her voice catches on the words as she thinks of Duke, her eyes welling anew as she quietly shuffles behind the bar, trying to move and act instead of thinking and feeling.]
What are you drinking?