[Normally, he is overjoyed to have Ahiru visit him at his humble encampment. She is a sweet friend, and he adores her so.
But it is today that he kneels at the fire, his hands shaking, trying to tighten his chains, sweat on his brow and a frantic look in his eyes. The bags under them are darker, easier to take notice of.
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But it is today that he kneels at the fire, his hands shaking, trying to tighten his chains, sweat on his brow and a frantic look in his eyes. The bags under them are darker, easier to take notice of.
When he hears her approach, Bigby flinches.]
Ahiru--
[He squeezes his eyes shut.]
Forgive me, but... you ought to leave.