[She gives a faint chuckle. What a worrywart. Really, after all that heavy stuff, who'd still voluntarily keep their nerves high-strung? That sort of thing isn't healthy. Does she need to sit him down for tea just to make sure that he's quietened down sufficiently, before he's allowed to leave her sight and go back out?
(As if she could stop him, she really needs to hang onto what remains of her strength...)]
It's fine, really. I can walk-
[And there they go before she can finish her sentence. The muted surprised doesn't last though, the soft freeze of her expression doesn't stay for more than an instant before it melts back to a subdued sigh.
She won't fight against it, no. This isn't the time to be stubborn about trifles. But...]
We're done pushing ourselves. ...You should stop after this too, alright?
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(As if she could stop him, she really needs to hang onto what remains of her strength...)]
It's fine, really. I can walk-
[And there they go before she can finish her sentence. The muted surprised doesn't last though, the soft freeze of her expression doesn't stay for more than an instant before it melts back to a subdued sigh.
She won't fight against it, no. This isn't the time to be stubborn about trifles. But...]
We're done pushing ourselves. ...You should stop after this too, alright?