<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Held still, weather from physical and mental exhaustion, or just a lack of desire in the present moment to fight him any longer. He’d carried her like this once before, when he’d crossed a line and gone too far. It had been much the same, that awkward feeling between them; like something had broken. Was it truly her leaving that had been the catalyst to all this? Or had that been the point where things had changed? She didn’t know, didn’t care at this point. She nodded, her eyes still closed, waiting for him to put her down in her cell.</span>