[You know what doesn't provide a smooth, comfortable ride? Wagons. Also boats. Both of these things are terrible and Jamie now has a personal vendetta against them, because he feels like he's been motion-sick for days. They've stopped for the night, ostensibly to eat, but nothing sounds less appealing to Jamie right now than trying to choke down military rations against a migraine and nausea, so he's just sitting with his untouched meal in his lap.
He squints queasily at the other boy as he introduces himself. Social niceties aren't at the top of Jamie's list of priorities right now, but being civil can't hurt anything, he guesses.]
Jamie. Me too. I mean, I think I'm awake, anyway.
[He pauses, brow creasing worriedly, to watch a couple of guards chatting with each other a short distance away.] Still feels like a bad dream, though.
[waiting]
He squints queasily at the other boy as he introduces himself. Social niceties aren't at the top of Jamie's list of priorities right now, but being civil can't hurt anything, he guesses.]
Jamie. Me too. I mean, I think I'm awake, anyway.
[He pauses, brow creasing worriedly, to watch a couple of guards chatting with each other a short distance away.] Still feels like a bad dream, though.