She didn't trust him. She didn't like him. She was pretty certain she'd kill him with, if not a smile on her face, at least a sense of satisfaction. Sure, it was a bit galling that killing him was an order from the man himself--but really. How could she pass up an order like that, especially after their previous conversation?
It was awfully hard, therefore, for Finn to restrain a bark of laughter as the man slipped in a patch of mud on the trail and landed face first, hands trapped awkwardly beneath his wet bulk. As it is, her amusement escaped as a smirk, and she rode happily past him, pleased when the nag stepped within a few inches of his prone, squirming body; her liking for the horse grew with its apparent disdain for the spy. She watched sidelong from beneath her lashes as he tried to lift himself to no avail.
"Miss Chant! I cannot get up on my own."
She raised an eyebrow, pausing before reining Nag to a halt and looking over her shoulder at him. His face was mudspattered and he blinked furiously as rain dripped into his eyes, straining to right himself. She smirked again and started to ride on when he called out to her again.
"Please, Miss Chant! A hand?"
Eyes narrowed and scowling, she dismounted Nag and threw the reins over a nearby branch, tangling it sufficiently that the beast couldn't get away. "Certain-sure, I'll give ye a han'," she growled under his breath, wiping rain out of her eyes as a roll of thunder drowned her out. "Cut yers off an' han' it over to ye, I will."
Without elaborating, though, she crouched by him as he rolled onto his side and, gripping his bound wrists, helped haul him to his feet with much grunting. He couldn't be any lighter than Seraph, and Seraph had been not only tall and broad, but also all muscle. Finn eyed him suspiciously, then, with a smirk, wiped a glob of mud off his forehead; the remnants dripped into his eyes.
He just looked at her, eyes impassive and water dripping over his slightly-parted lips. "Much obliged, Miss Chant." He looked at her a moment more, then began to stagger on, slipping in the mud every once in a while. Finn sneered after him and untangled Nag's reins, willing this godforsaken journey to be over already.
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