[ with a simple request, marcille dislodges choso from his own gummed up works, allowing him to hurry forth to take her hand and pull her up… carefully. no slinging elves around like bolas. ]
I understand. I did not consider that.
[ once she’s up, he looks her over dolefully, taking in the mess now splattered across the floor like a crime scene. ah. alas. ]
no subject
I understand. I did not consider that.
[ once she’s up, he looks her over dolefully, taking in the mess now splattered across the floor like a crime scene. ah. alas. ]
You smell delicious, if it is any consolation.