[ the thought hadn't even occurred to her--she'd seen silhouettes of smaller shadows hanging behind larger ones in the city, remembered actively trying not to think further on the topic. there wasn't time to think about it. not when a wrong move could result in her becoming one of the smaller walkers herself.
she follows Murasa as quietly as she could, on boots well-scuffed from travel. and she was so tired from running, but they couldn't rest just yet. nervousness makes up for it, gives her rush and hair-trigger reflexes as she presses to the wall, trying to listen for further movement in Tom's room, whoever he might be. or had been. ]
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she follows Murasa as quietly as she could, on boots well-scuffed from travel. and she was so tired from running, but they couldn't rest just yet. nervousness makes up for it, gives her rush and hair-trigger reflexes as she presses to the wall, trying to listen for further movement in Tom's room, whoever he might be. or had been. ]