[ She straightens as they go about securing her, but puts up no more resistance. Her mouth shut grimly and her eyes sharp - she never takes them off him, even as they bind her fast. Slight as those bones as they are, it makes them easy to knot, and when the man yanks harder and the rope burns her skin like he wants her attention - she still doesn't look anywhere but this Captain. ]
Lead on.
[ And like all of this was somehow beneath her, she turned, waiting. They could open the door for her, they had tied her up, after all. ]
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Lead on.
[ And like all of this was somehow beneath her, she turned, waiting. They could open the door for her, they had tied her up, after all. ]