[Stupid Soo-Won. He thought this would be better than Yut-Lung. (It is.) He just gives up on trying to pretend like he isn't hovering, and moves over beside Soo-Won.]
I would rather you take my arm so I can escort you back to your room where you'll be able to rest.
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Sir. Please. [You're killing him, Smalls.] We can worry about getting that information tomorrow and next week.
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he laughs a little bit anyway, barely polite enough to cover his mouth]
I have to walk back to the inn myself or it'll all be for naught, Blanca.
And it's better to have a plan. Or would you rather talk about something else?
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I would rather you take my arm so I can escort you back to your room where you'll be able to rest.
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[he looks thoughtful about it - before he reaches for blanca's hand]
Like this is fine. Just yank me back up if I fall over. We'll blame it on the workings of this week.
[please be a little more kingly]