[In the end, she could have walked back by herself if she'd needed to- but when she had the option, Sieglinde did what she was accustomed to. In her own village, she'd never walked more than the length of a room by her own power without crutches or her witch balloons.
Walking with the skull-faced beast provided her with the balance not to fall, but it still left her with the weight on feet broken to fit into three inch shoes and a building ache she was only partially able to ignore.
She was used to being carried, that would be obvious by how easily she adjusted herself, made it easy to carry her, light as she was, small even for her age.]
I am staying above the apothecary in the western market- it is far more convenient for me than any inn.
[The beast rose with her, shaking its shoulders a bit under the yoke of the saddlebag before padding around Graham in a few loose circles, tongue lolling out the exposed bone of its jaw.]
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Walking with the skull-faced beast provided her with the balance not to fall, but it still left her with the weight on feet broken to fit into three inch shoes and a building ache she was only partially able to ignore.
She was used to being carried, that would be obvious by how easily she adjusted herself, made it easy to carry her, light as she was, small even for her age.]
I am staying above the apothecary in the western market- it is far more convenient for me than any inn.
[The beast rose with her, shaking its shoulders a bit under the yoke of the saddlebag before padding around Graham in a few loose circles, tongue lolling out the exposed bone of its jaw.]