[ With cold, slow fingers, Trahearne gets out the key and unlocks the door. He already feels the relief washing over him when he sees the quiet inside, quickly kicks off the boots, and heads to rummage around in the closet.
It doesn't take him long to find the work boots, the flat soles also a welcome sight. He sits in front of the closet for a moment, further relief seeping into him.
If Syrlya isn't back by this point, he tucks them under his arm (under the blankets, still) to march back to the front door and call out of it: ]
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And I'll be here.
[ With cold, slow fingers, Trahearne gets out the key and unlocks the door. He already feels the relief washing over him when he sees the quiet inside, quickly kicks off the boots, and heads to rummage around in the closet.
It doesn't take him long to find the work boots, the flat soles also a welcome sight. He sits in front of the closet for a moment, further relief seeping into him.
If Syrlya isn't back by this point, he tucks them under his arm (under the blankets, still) to march back to the front door and call out of it: ]
I found them!