The men had to crouch as they walked for fear of falling to the same fate. Even the heavy carriages seemed to be in threat of getting toppled. The canvas that clung to some of their roofs was eternally whipping, like the sail of a ship. It was a wonder that more did not get torn free.
"Vol," Penelope said again, grabbing Vol's hand this time. Hers was an expression designed to offer reassurance. There was a small smile on her lips, filled with kindness. Though even with such an expression, Vol could tell at this point that it was she that wished for reassurance, just as much as she tried to offer it.
