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While geography hadn't been her strongest suit, she felt like she should know someplace that still had a monarchy, but she couldn't place just where Dorne might be. But she knew it was best to put that aside to puzzle over later, and it was clear that he meant what he said, which was why she just nodded once, quick and decisive, "Alright. I would appreciate the help."
There was a bare pause before she added: "My name is Hanna."
He would be shocked and a little insulted she didn't know Dorne but his pride could survive it. He'd teach her about it anyway, the land that fought dragons and won.
"Would you like a stick or piece if leather to bite on?" He didn't way her hurting her mouth.
"Prince Oberyn Martell, of Sunspear." A proper if shortened introduction.
The introduction really didn't clear things up any, but would be added to the 'worry about later' list, especially since he did, it seemed, know what he was doing.
Even so she shook her head at the question, "I'll be alright, though I will probably kick." Which was why when she stepped closer, she made sure to stand at an angle so that she wouldn't actually kick him for helping.
Oberyn himself nodded, moving to have proper leverage whine staying clear of her feet. But also in position to catch her should she loss her balance.
"Ready?" On her indication, he counted down from three, using the count down to get his hands in place, and pulled her shoulder out to align it then in -hard - to seat it. He wasn't sweating (yet) but it was a rough procedure. Efficient and sure, buy it took muscle and grit.
As predicted, she did kick, but only once her arm was back in place. She also yelped, just once, high and sharp, at the first tension, the sound followed by a hiss that was far more like an angry cat than a teenaged girl as the joint popped back into place.
She did pale further, for a moment, but with a slow-steady breath in through her nose and out through her mouth she stabilized again relatively quickly, though her voice was a little tight when she said: "Thank you."
His heart aches for the sound, knowing he's causing pain but also knowing it's going to help. It wasn't was he'd have preferred. Which would have been to give the girl milk of the poppy save once she was asleep to use his heel to float it back in place. But he could also tell she wouldn't allow it.
So he did it a rougher way, second best, and kept a hand on her until she was steady on her feet before letting go. "You're welcome. You're a tough girl. I'm going to assume your hunger too."
That probably hadn't been meant to confuse her again, but she definitely had to think about that one, too, finally nodding, because she couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten, presumably she'd had dinner before the noise and the fire and going overboard, but she didn't remember it, or breakfast beforehand for that matter.
Which was why, truthful as she'd been so far, she followed that nod with: "I don't remember the last time I ate."
Oberyn shook his head slightly and stepped round to offer her his right arm to protect her injured one. Little girls sometimes liked to play at being adults. "I know a comfortable inn nearby. Smells of horse and dirty leather but fried fish is some of the best you'll ever eat and the cod baked on salt is wonderful. Shall we?"
As she accepted that offered arm there was a smile, the first one yet, tone still matter-of-fact as it had been so far, though there was a thin undercurrent of amusement to it as she replied, "I don't mind the smell of horses, I've slept in lots of barns. And I like fish, even though I've been on the trawler for weeks I'm not tired of fish yet."
Mostly she figured he'd proven trustworthy so far, and she could continue to trust him for the time being.
He patted her hand as she took his arm and smiled, but kept his steps tight so she didn't have to take such large steps. "That's good, at least liking fish. Sleeping in barns isn't bad either but children should have to move around that much."
Oberyn was a lot of things - and he did fight very dirty - but he meant what he said about not hurting little girls.
"I grew up in the same place when I was a child, I've only begun moving recently, after my father died." She shrugged, mostly with the uninjured arm, "And sleeping in barns is better than sleeping in a derelict, or an off-season bear's burrow, or just on the ground under a sequoia, and I've slept all of those places, and lots of others that are worse than a barn."
A little shake of her head, "Besides, there's usually horses in barns, and I understand horses better than I understand people. They like me better, too."
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Date: 2022-07-10 04:56 am (UTC)There was a bare pause before she added: "My name is Hanna."
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Date: 2022-07-10 05:23 am (UTC)"Would you like a stick or piece if leather to bite on?" He didn't way her hurting her mouth.
"Prince Oberyn Martell, of Sunspear." A proper if shortened introduction.
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Date: 2022-07-10 05:32 am (UTC)Even so she shook her head at the question, "I'll be alright, though I will probably kick." Which was why when she stepped closer, she made sure to stand at an angle so that she wouldn't actually kick him for helping.
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Date: 2022-07-10 05:39 am (UTC)"Ready?" On her indication, he counted down from three, using the count down to get his hands in place, and pulled her shoulder out to align it then in -hard - to seat it. He wasn't sweating (yet) but it was a rough procedure. Efficient and sure, buy it took muscle and grit.
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Date: 2022-07-10 05:47 am (UTC)She did pale further, for a moment, but with a slow-steady breath in through her nose and out through her mouth she stabilized again relatively quickly, though her voice was a little tight when she said: "Thank you."
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Date: 2022-07-10 06:26 am (UTC)So he did it a rougher way, second best, and kept a hand on her until she was steady on her feet before letting go. "You're welcome. You're a tough girl. I'm going to assume your hunger too."
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Date: 2022-07-10 06:33 am (UTC)Which was why, truthful as she'd been so far, she followed that nod with: "I don't remember the last time I ate."
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Date: 2022-07-10 06:58 am (UTC)Oberyn shook his head slightly and stepped round to offer her his right arm to protect her injured one. Little girls sometimes liked to play at being adults. "I know a comfortable inn nearby. Smells of horse and dirty leather but fried fish is some of the best you'll ever eat and the cod baked on salt is wonderful. Shall we?"
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Date: 2022-07-10 07:24 am (UTC)Mostly she figured he'd proven trustworthy so far, and she could continue to trust him for the time being.
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Date: 2022-07-12 09:51 pm (UTC)Oberyn was a lot of things - and he did fight very dirty - but he meant what he said about not hurting little girls.
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Date: 2022-07-13 02:10 am (UTC)A little shake of her head, "Besides, there's usually horses in barns, and I understand horses better than I understand people. They like me better, too."