finally, when Vizzini wasn’t looking, Fezzik slipped their captive a green apple;
technically, that wasn’t going against orders. the princess would need her
strength, after all. ( for however many more days she’d be alive— two? three,
maybe? ) either way, Fezzik reckoned Vizzini had just forgotten about food.
naturally, his genius brain was consumed with higher, less practical thoughts. ’ eat this, ’ he muttered, thrusting the piece of fruit toward her.
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a certain silence found her among the group of three until she spoke up, feisty when need be, but valuing her life enough not to die yet. though, there really wasn’t much she could do or say to them at the moment. they all seemed like a group of misfits, people she might have even liked had she known them otherwise, but that gave no excuse to what they’d done. it was mere observation. but all the same the small allowance the giant gave her was comforting.
watching the two carefully while her bound hands allowed her fingers to dig into the apple and raise it to her mouth, pulling the piece out toward her so she wouldn’t bite in and give a crunch that would alert his comrades. 'thank you,’ she mouthed and repeated her action with a very slight smile of gratitude. taking the apple, the almost princess, almost queen, nodded and watched the other
