[ with a slightly nervous expression — hadn't he come from the other direction? alina glances that way briefly — she follows after him. the limp makes her slow, and even on the uneven terrain of the tunnel his wheel goes fast, so she mostly chases the light of his little eye.
it is an eye, right? saints, what if she had been staring at the wrong place all this time? no. he'd definitely have said something.
but she doesn't have much walking stamina, injured as she is, so in short order, she asks, ]
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it is an eye, right? saints, what if she had been staring at the wrong place all this time? no. he'd definitely have said something.
but she doesn't have much walking stamina, injured as she is, so in short order, she asks, ]
Are you sure it's this way?