The blood that soaked Meg’s sports top made it cling uncomfortably to her skin, warm and sticky in the worst ways. Having blood all over her had never been something she enjoyed, but it was even worse when it was someone else’s. The trial she was returning from had been alright, but shit, she had the worst luck saving people, every attempt to take a hit for an injured friend or run in for a save ended with the very object of her attempted protection meeting the killer’s blade. Solace was found in that someone else managed to escape alongside her, Ace.
Probably because we barely saw each other. Not much of a chance t’get him killed, Meg thought sardonically.
Ace was walking next to her then, sporting a fair bit of blood on his coat as well. The returning walk to the campfire was always a bit of a mixed bag in terms of how long it would take, and it seemed as if it was going to take a while this time around. Walking in silence wasn’t too appealing to Meg--especially not if it would be a bit before they found their way back to the others--and she had always wanted to get to know Ace, so she decided to strike up a conversation. It seemed like the perfect time to talk, not like they had anything else to do.