Jude
Okay, progress. She's a decisive girl, which is both admirable to Jude, and a boon to their sticky situation. Stranger danger wouldn't exactly aid them in keeping all her toes intact. Though hearing that they're hurting makes Jude's soft heart hurt in tandem, and the second she stumbles he crowds closer, worried. "Can you put your arm over my shoulder? I can help a little," he says, already trying to sidle closer to achieve it. He certainly can't carry her entirely, scrawny as he is, but for someone in need, Jude would move mountains. Maybe right now those mountains were the size of molehills, but consider it strength training.
The wind groans angrily, and Jude bites his lip. Home is not far, he can see the smoke of the fireplace through the trees but not yet the glow from the windows. They'll be okay, but the threat feels far greater in the moment.
The wind groans angrily, and Jude bites his lip. Home is not far, he can see the smoke of the fireplace through the trees but not yet the glow from the windows. They'll be okay, but the threat feels far greater in the moment.
