[ Hiccup may no longer be actively fighting against the bindings, but he's certainly not given up. That is proven by the restless behavior he's showing — Never sitting quite still, always glancing over the surroundings, sketching something in the dirt, checking his prosthetic, but rarely ever sleeping.
He does oblige the bedroll, staring up into the canopy without ever going to sleep. Fingers drawing patterns as he tries to plan in his head, but it's difficult to plan when knowing your situation is limited and the only thing you're guaranteed is the white linen and a prosthetic that may or may not still have a knife mode attached. ]
[ When his sleeping area partner pipes up he tilts his head to him with a flourish of a hand: ]
"Death is imminent"? [ Wryly put. ] Or who knows, maybe this lot are preparing us a grand feast and bluffing.
[ A beat glancing over to a guard who's all but glaring them down: ] What do you think — looks like he can make a mean casserole, right?
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He does oblige the bedroll, staring up into the canopy without ever going to sleep. Fingers drawing patterns as he tries to plan in his head, but it's difficult to plan when knowing your situation is limited and the only thing you're guaranteed is the white linen and a prosthetic that may or may not still have a knife mode attached. ]
[ When his sleeping area partner pipes up he tilts his head to him with a flourish of a hand: ]
"Death is imminent"? [ Wryly put. ] Or who knows, maybe this lot are preparing us a grand feast and bluffing.
[ A beat glancing over to a guard who's all but glaring them down: ] What do you think — looks like he can make a mean casserole, right?