Layla stayed still while he took a moment to battle whichever million and one replies he'd come up with. When he met her eyes again she nodded, once. She imagined them just staying that way at the threshold of the hut for an indeterminate amount of time. She wouldn't have minded. But then she did tug him, forward toward the steps.
"Good. Come on." She didn't let her fingertips slip off his arm until she was at the bottom of the steps, and slinging the bag up onto her shoulder.
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Date: 2010-03-21 08:19 am (UTC)"Good. Come on." She didn't let her fingertips slip off his arm until she was at the bottom of the steps, and slinging the bag up onto her shoulder.