Being in the city makes him feel extremely anxious. He fears to be recognized, to see a finger extending towards him, voices calling his name. Robb is fairly sure he would not be able to handle more torture and cruelty. More scars and blood, more loss of all he has been. A shiver goes down his back and he shudders underneath his cloak.
Yet when she speaks he snaps out of it.
“Truly?” he asks with a blank look on his face. Finally he moves to stand next to her, eyes flashing from her face to the ship she points out to him. It shows it that he doesn’t feel comfortable at all. Too many people, too many eyes.
“You cannot just ask any random ship. That seems a war galley, it will probably not take you to Braavos.” He smiles a joyless smile. “Try the merchants.”
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Date: 2017-07-28 04:29 pm (UTC)Yet when she speaks he snaps out of it.
“Truly?” he asks with a blank look on his face. Finally he moves to stand next to her, eyes flashing from her face to the ship she points out to him. It shows it that he doesn’t feel comfortable at all. Too many people, too many eyes.
“You cannot just ask any random ship. That seems a war galley, it will probably not take you to Braavos.” He smiles a joyless smile. “Try the merchants.”