[He pulls her through the door and stalls for a few seconds, gripping her tight and coughing sand into his sleeve. Then the door rattles against the wind, the bell at the top of it kicking up into an alarm, and he raises his head, drops her hand, shoulders it closed and turns the lock to keep it that way.
As he does—]
We're not on Macha anymore.
[Which she'd probably guessed long ago, but starting from the top—]
no subject
As he does—]
We're not on Macha anymore.
[Which she'd probably guessed long ago, but starting from the top—]
Something went wrong. Dagger's dead.