[ Theon can’t feel anything, but he would rather be numb than in pain. Her suggestion wounds his pride, though, and he finally shifts his gaze to her only to glare daggers. ]
No.
[ He grits what’s left of his teeth (carefully), and does his best to trudge forward at a quicker pace. It’s a pitiful sight, really, a broken man trying desperately to gain traction on the snow just to avoid being helped. ]
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No.
[ He grits what’s left of his teeth (carefully), and does his best to trudge forward at a quicker pace. It’s a pitiful sight, really, a broken man trying desperately to gain traction on the snow just to avoid being helped. ]