LOCKE
They asked. Kind of. At least they know why he's preferring to not speak. If only one of them was Attuned but as far as he could tell, Melita wasn't and he knew Maeve wasn't. It'll be fine. He grumbles lowly under his breath, eyes flickering to Maeve as they walk. He wishes she'd just let him do it but it'd be even slower going. They could've rigged the cart to him but the rocks and crags would've likely broken wheels.
They finally make it to the cart and he brushes past Maeve, setting his buckets down before taking her's. He climbs into the back of the cart and holds his hands out, intent on taking the baskets as they hand them to him. He can unload them from up here more easily than trying to reach over the casks.
They finally make it to the cart and he brushes past Maeve, setting his buckets down before taking her's. He climbs into the back of the cart and holds his hands out, intent on taking the baskets as they hand them to him. He can unload them from up here more easily than trying to reach over the casks.
It's like a bit of light
and a touch of dark
and a touch of dark
