[ d'aww she's cute! it's a bit comforting for the man to see her react rather appropriately for her age. for a second there, he was getting pretty worried. ]
Something tells me there's no winning with you, huh?
[ his eyes flicker down to her feet, finally. he had only barely noticed them the first time, too caught up in his own shit to really process what he'd been seeing, but now that most of the pain has subsided, and the fear of death long gone, he takes a moment now to assess things. ]
You gonna be alright heading back like that?
[ he could offer to carry her, but he's still trying to figure out where her pride ends and where her shame begins. ]
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Something tells me there's no winning with you, huh?
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[Sieglinde stood, gracelessly and with a bit of pinwheeling arms-wise, but she managed it by grasping for Isengrim's collar for balance.]
- Let us leave this place. You ought to rest in a proper bed.
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You gonna be alright heading back like that?
[ he could offer to carry her, but he's still trying to figure out where her pride ends and where her shame begins. ]