[ He can't help but pity her. He understands what it's like to yearn for a normal life, and for her, isolated for millennia, the yearning must be much stronger, and any imagined delusions about what that may be like all the more vivid.
He wants to help, but this isn't a problem he can solve for her, nor is it his place to try. ]
Allow me to escort you to the door, at the very least.
[ That way she isn't reduced to a quivering mess by the wall again. ]
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He wants to help, but this isn't a problem he can solve for her, nor is it his place to try. ]
Allow me to escort you to the door, at the very least.
[ That way she isn't reduced to a quivering mess by the wall again. ]