Barely—Frye! [He's already ruining it!! Ned leans away from him, shielding his face from the spray. Sure, Jacob's coat is already wet, but spare him this much.
That's it, he's pushing himself up to get down to the ground. Is there any of this stuff they can carry on a horse with two grown men... He's short, so that should save some room for supplies, right...?]
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That's it, he's pushing himself up to get down to the ground. Is there any of this stuff they can carry on a horse with two grown men... He's short, so that should save some room for supplies, right...?]
I think we lost your dress.