I do, too. I wouldn't mind you riding with me in the Black Lion.
[That's not a bad idea at all. He'd like to have the lion with him here, but obviously, he doesn't. There's no sense in being too upset about that. It can't be helped. He has his bayard, at least.]
You're what makes it home. Come with me. I'll show you.
[He keeps his tone warm as he straightens to his full height and takes her hand, preparing to leave. At the same time, he feels a sense of doubt that he can't dispel, even though he tries. A cold breeze shivers through the warmth he's been creating around her. He doesn't doubt her, but he doubts that she's well. If she's ill, he isn't sure what he's going to do about it. He's not a physician.]
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[That's not a bad idea at all. He'd like to have the lion with him here, but obviously, he doesn't. There's no sense in being too upset about that. It can't be helped. He has his bayard, at least.]
You're what makes it home. Come with me. I'll show you.
[He keeps his tone warm as he straightens to his full height and takes her hand, preparing to leave. At the same time, he feels a sense of doubt that he can't dispel, even though he tries. A cold breeze shivers through the warmth he's been creating around her. He doesn't doubt her, but he doubts that she's well. If she's ill, he isn't sure what he's going to do about it. He's not a physician.]