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Ben had sprinted forward and wrenched the gun from Josephs' hands before he clubbed Alice to death with it, while Swift wrestled him to the ground, twisting his arm expertly to cuff him. He did it in the superior and refined way that only Swift could manage after years of service to the country.
After tossing the gun to Jammy, who chucked it to the side, Ben bent down and scooped Alice up, taking her over to the open front General Store and laying her gently on a few bales of hay.
"It's like she's a bloody circus act" he raged at Jammy, who stood by nervously.
"Well… it's not every day you find someone that's been raised by Balverines."
"Not the point…" he muttered, raking his fingers through his blond hair before it fell back into his eyes again.
Jammy wandered off to move people on, telling them there was nothing to see and they should all go back to their homes.
After watching the girl for an hour, and laying a damp cool cloth on her head to reduce the swelling the gun caused when Joseph hit her with it, he sat himself down and watched her sleep.
She was very pretty, despite her wild hair and mud covered body. He could see her exact figure and her flat stomach… her skin looked soft, but he could tell she was muscled, though she was quite lithe. Her skin, what he could see beneath the dirt and grime, was pale but unblemished. Once tidied up, and perhaps with even less clothing on, he'd be quite interested.
He smirked slightly to himself, then saw her eyes flutter open, and she moaned slightly in pain and lifted a hand to press gently at her temple.
"Taking a nap? Typical Balverine behaviour I see" he chuckled, chucking a thin blanket over her. She grumbled something lowly, and raised herself into a sitting position, closing her eyes and breathing deeply through the pain. After a few moments, she looked up at him through narrowed eyes, cautious and weary, but she made no attempt to escape. Ben felt much more at ease knowing she was awake and well, and not trying to rip his throat out.
"I haven't introduced myself" he smirked, extending his hand out to her. "The name's Ben Finn."
"Better remember that love, you'll be screaming it later no doubt" Jammy laughed from outside, stooping quickly as Ben turned and threw an egg he picked up from the store shelf in his direction.
"Ignore him, he's a prat" Ben laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.
She watched him as he laughed, and she suddenly didn't like him much again. The caring nature he showed earlier had dissipated, leaving him seeming very arrogant. She was reminded faintly of Anakai, and smirked slightly when she remembered Drogo beating him down, imagining him doing the same to this man.
Then she remembered that Drogo had been killed, and her heart sunk again. It wasn't like she truly loved him… she did feel for him, she had grown up with him, and she would have learned to love him like that. But now she was with all these people, she wondered how they went about mating and raising their young. It was a different world here than what she was used to, and it frightened her.
She looked up at him again, listening intently, trying to understand his language.
"You don't understand a word I'm saying, do you?" he asked her, sitting with a groan on a hay bale next to her. He pointed to himself and said very slowly. "Ben."
She'd watched his mouth, and saw the way he shaped the word. She slowly moved her lips into the shape he had, and formed the strange word in her mouth.
"Be… Ben" she said slowly, and he smiled briefly.
"Yeah that's it, I- eh?"
"B… Ben" she said again, rolling the word around her mouth. It felt strange, and she sounded stranger. She didn't feel confident speaking like this, and reverted back to grumbling.
"No, no! Say it again" he urged. Danny still couldn't understand him, but he was smiling and he kept beckoning to her with his hands, as if prompting her. She lifted her head up slightly staring into his eyes, before whispering the strange word again. He laughed and clapped his hands together, looking happy.
"Great!" he cried, pointing to himself again "Ben-" then he pointed towards her, and said slowly "-Alice."
This word seemed even stranger… she decided that Ben was his name, like Drogo was her mates' name. But… Alice. This wasn't her name. This meant nothing, and she didn't like the sound of the word… it threw her mind into a haze and foggy memories surfaced. It wasn't right, and she showed this by shaking her head 'no', and he looked at her curiously.
"Daenerys" she said slowly, and he looked at her quizzically. She was speaking in her normal tongue, and he didn't understand her. She sighed and looked away.
This was going to be difficult…