[He doesn't fall, at least, and that's a small mercy; it's just that getting his legs under him doesn't quite go as planned, as the stress of being held in his chained position combines with his loss of blood to make his legs weaker than he expects. Haurchefant lets him down, and he manages to stay on his feet just long enough to get himself full free of the shackles, before risking a step and stumbling into the safety of Haurchefant's waiting arms.
Safety. Yes, it is safety, isn't it?]
Thank you.
[If he says it low, and quiet, while he rests here like this so close to Haurchefant's pointed ear, then none other need hear. It need not be repeated; merely known.]
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Safety. Yes, it is safety, isn't it?]
Thank you.
[If he says it low, and quiet, while he rests here like this so close to Haurchefant's pointed ear, then none other need hear. It need not be repeated; merely known.]
I did not think anyone would come for me.