When she releases his hands, Moira isn't expect any response of any kind, except for maybe a brief, gruff thanks. So when James throws his arms around her, she is caught completely off-guard, unused to such affection from a man who scowls all the time. She finds herself hugging back, though, because a) actual physical contact with another human being is wonderful and life-affirming, and b) because she's actually really glad to see James alive and in one piece. (Which she'll have to dwell on later, because they do need to get the fuck out of here.)
"They are actual trolls, drooling chins and clubs and all," she says, "and you are not walking on that ankle, come here."
She reaches over and leans an arm under his shoulder to help keep him upright.
"Ready?" She asks.
Of course, that is when she hears the sound of loud, returning footsteps.
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Date: 2014-05-24 11:49 am (UTC)"They are actual trolls, drooling chins and clubs and all," she says, "and you are not walking on that ankle, come here."
She reaches over and leans an arm under his shoulder to help keep him upright.
"Ready?" She asks.
Of course, that is when she hears the sound of loud, returning footsteps.