[ Dokja drops down in the seat across from her, separated now by a small table between them. They're situated in a cozy nook area meant for reading and snacking, but it'll have to serve a different purpose today. ]
Ah, is that so? [ He supposes that's not too surprising given her condition, and he says it more in a matter-of-fact tone than anything else. ] Here, take my hand.
[ He offers it to her from across the table, palm facing up. He's done this a handful of times before, so he's fine with taking the lead. ]
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Ah, is that so? [ He supposes that's not too surprising given her condition, and he says it more in a matter-of-fact tone than anything else. ] Here, take my hand.
[ He offers it to her from across the table, palm facing up. He's done this a handful of times before, so he's fine with taking the lead. ]