[Koby hasn't either, wracked with throbbing pain in his head and his chest and somewhere in his stomach, like he's swallowed a cannonball. He knows he's dozed, curled up against Quentin's chest, trying to lose himself in the pulsing beat of his heart, knows he's eaten when he's had something thrust into his hands and been told to. Consciously, though -- no.
In a way, it's familiar, makes him think about those two years on Alvida's ship, about the malaise of misery and fear and pain he'd lived in, being told when and how to do everything. He hasn't felt that way in months.
Alicent gives him something to focus on, at least -- a command he can cling to. Slow himself. Tell her where he is.]
The library. Isn't that stupid? What's the library going to do now?
i'm ready 2 sob
In a way, it's familiar, makes him think about those two years on Alvida's ship, about the malaise of misery and fear and pain he'd lived in, being told when and how to do everything. He hasn't felt that way in months.
Alicent gives him something to focus on, at least -- a command he can cling to. Slow himself. Tell her where he is.]
The library. Isn't that stupid?
What's the library going to do now?