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Without a pause, Slay offered to pull not just one, but both of the makeshift sledges. She wanted to tackle him and hug him till she couldn't hug any more, but she settled for a wide smile and began rummaging through her pack. Somewhere in there were a couple of braided deerskin ropes that would be perfect for the task.
She finally dragged them out and tied the limbs of the sledge holding Firefly to the ends of the branches of Svara's, then carefully lashed the sleeping girl to her bedding to keep her from falling off. Hanna didn't think that there was much chance of Firefly falling simply because she was more aware of herself than Svara, who was sawing logs.
Gruffly, the older of the two victims asked if Svara would be alright. Hanna smiled kindly and softly reassured the mother-to-be. "Svara is young and strong. She'll be up and running in no time at all." The urge to insert the phrase 'her mouth' after 'running' was great, but Hanna resisted, able to tell by the body language that Firefly really did care for the girl. She didn't want to offend.
Hanna slung her satchel over her good shoulder, and then extended the remainder of the rope to Slay. She wasn't sure what his plan was, so she figured it would be best to give him the choice.