Cassandra nods, agreeing. At least outwardly. Inwardly… she refuses to give up. She won’t do it. She’ll just have to do better, if she starts to slip. Adjust her grip, her position. Something. She won’t leave him. (She knows what it’s like to be abandoned. Left behind. She won’t do what had been done to her.)
Once she feels him put some of his weight on it she shifts, getting her legs out from under her to dig her heels into the earth and snow. Digging down and bracing herself. She’s stronger than she looks, though. (Although that may not be hard to manage given she looks younger than she is.) It’s the strength that comes of regularly climbing to the higher points of Whitestone castle without falling to her death. She just has to stay planted here long enough for him to get a foothold. A handhold.
Just long enough.
So she digs in her heels, braces her legs, wraps her makeshift rope around her hands, and holds on tightly. Driven by stubbornness, and a refusal to give up.
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Once she feels him put some of his weight on it she shifts, getting her legs out from under her to dig her heels into the earth and snow. Digging down and bracing herself. She’s stronger than she looks, though. (Although that may not be hard to manage given she looks younger than she is.) It’s the strength that comes of regularly climbing to the higher points of Whitestone castle without falling to her death. She just has to stay planted here long enough for him to get a foothold. A handhold.
Just long enough.
So she digs in her heels, braces her legs, wraps her makeshift rope around her hands, and holds on tightly. Driven by stubbornness, and a refusal to give up.