An Abandoned Warehouse, The Abandoned Warehouse District, Sunday Afternoon

[wrongkindofsith]

While Rahl and Nicci were in a another part of the warehouse presumably making preparations for returning to the Midlands, Cara took a moment to evaluate her position. All things considered, it could be worse.

Sure, she was in chains, but the warehouse hadn't been set up properly for it, her feet were on the ground, and there was a support beam she could rest her weight against. And if she could felt the bruises forming under her leathers, well, she was Mord'Sith, she'd been bruised worse than this in play.

Besides, when all was said and done, much as he enjoyed it, when he didn't have magical cheats handy Darken Rahl wasn't quite as good at torture as he thought he was. Not by Mord'Sith standards.

Especially not when she knew she only had to endure this so long before they and she could end thing one way or the other.

[ooc: . People involved okay for broadcast, events not so much.]

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[wrongkindofsith]

Good luck getting her to actually go to the clinic, Clark.

"I've had worse." Cara didn't mention where and how since that would not help with the keeping Clark from beating anyone into a lifeless pulp plan.

[rahlyrahlywant.livejournal.com]

Not that Rahl was sticking around to be beaten into a lifeless pulp.

This wasn't a tactical retreat, this was him fleeing.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Clark totally saw that, Rahl. "Should I go after him or let him slink home?" he asked, making it Cara's choice since he kind of thought she needed him considering how she'd been treated.

And to be honest, he sort of needed her, too.

[wrongkindofsith]

The fact Cara all about tackled Clark, was probably all the answer needed.

Yes, it was Kahlan and Richard's thing. Yes, she mocked them often and loudly about it. It wasn't like they'd care that she was stealing it.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, Clark was ready to run with the nonverbal response, wrapping his arms around Cara and feeling for himself that she was okay.

Even if he was still wearing a stupid collar thing.

[wrongkindofsith]

Well, there were times Cara thought a non-rada'han collar might be a good look for him, but that wasn't particularly important right now.

She broke away just long to mumble something that sounded suspiciously like "I love you", kissing him again before Clark could respond or she could panic about the fact she'd just said that. Aloud. To his face.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Clark hadn't expected that, even if he already knew it was true. It was all he could do to keep kissing her while simultaneously grinning in joy.

When he did finally pull away, it was to wipe the hair out of her face and tell her, "I love you, too." Thus implying that he heard her and knew it and that she'd technically won something there.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara didn't really know know how to react to hearing that. Though at least she didn't try to run away. It was entirely possible there was blushing involved, much as she try and deny it later.