[ Nodding, the young lord gets up and brushes himself off, looking back at Erica again--she simply shifts a little and sleeps on, wrapped in Derek's arms. It's easier for sleep to come when her pain's been taken, and, at least for the moment, it seems like the danger's passed. Stiles is relieved, to say the least, even if a part of him is concerned for the look on Derek's face, like he's the one in pain.
Still, he swallows it down and leads the way outside where the cart is waiting for them both. He'd at least put some cloth down on the bottom, but the majority of it was cushioned with vines cut down from the field, making this an interesting ride indeed. Getting into the front of the cart, he pats the horse's butt and grabs the reins. ] Is she settled? We can go as slow as we need to.
[ Tipping his head the slightest bit to rest his cheek against the bright gold of Erica's hair, Derek moves to follow after Stiles wordlessly. His body aches with the borrowed pain, but it fades far faster in his veins than it would in hers. It's easy enough to excuse it like that, because his discomfort is minor when he's already gone through so much. Erica has a human body that's unaccustomed to so much pain, even with her illness. This will pass, as gently as the wolf can make it.
He decides whether he should lay her down on the cart or continue to hold her, but decides that being curled up won't be good for her injuries. So he settles her as carefully as he can amongst the vines, before joining her so that he can pillow her head gently and keep her from hitting it should they meet bumpy grounds. ] She's settled. So long as you don't go speeding I think we'll be secure.
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Still, he swallows it down and leads the way outside where the cart is waiting for them both. He'd at least put some cloth down on the bottom, but the majority of it was cushioned with vines cut down from the field, making this an interesting ride indeed. Getting into the front of the cart, he pats the horse's butt and grabs the reins. ] Is she settled? We can go as slow as we need to.
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He decides whether he should lay her down on the cart or continue to hold her, but decides that being curled up won't be good for her injuries. So he settles her as carefully as he can amongst the vines, before joining her so that he can pillow her head gently and keep her from hitting it should they meet bumpy grounds. ] She's settled. So long as you don't go speeding I think we'll be secure.