[To her credit, Hayame only picked him up because she knew she could carry him, and though she does so one-armed, tucking him against her side like a parcel, there doesn't seem to be any strain in her for it- he was lighter than some foals she'd tossed around, and once she's begun there's no stopping- until she spots her cell, at the end of block.
She sets him down when he indicates, but the sound of guards is still audible to her, and she can't settle, withers twitching, tail swishing, hooves scuffing the cold floor as she pushes him towards the cell.]
Get in.
[Whether he could keep up or not she'll more than happily (well,) debate with him later, but first they had to account for the possibility that the guards would do a search.]
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She sets him down when he indicates, but the sound of guards is still audible to her, and she can't settle, withers twitching, tail swishing, hooves scuffing the cold floor as she pushes him towards the cell.]
Get in.
[Whether he could keep up or not she'll more than happily (well,) debate with him later, but first they had to account for the possibility that the guards would do a search.]