His head turns back around right as Eustace reaches for the bag, and Dokja's instantly moving, his own hand grabbing the strap to pull it to him. He must look silly right now with his puffy, red eyes, but the way his eyebrows are scrunched together shows his usual stubborn determination. ]
What do you think you're doing?
[ His tone is scolding as he carefully shakes off Eustace's hand so that Dokja can sling the bag over his shoulder instead. With raw concern now pushing aside some of that depression, he can act a little more like himself again. ]
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His head turns back around right as Eustace reaches for the bag, and Dokja's instantly moving, his own hand grabbing the strap to pull it to him. He must look silly right now with his puffy, red eyes, but the way his eyebrows are scrunched together shows his usual stubborn determination. ]
What do you think you're doing?
[ His tone is scolding as he carefully shakes off Eustace's hand so that Dokja can sling the bag over his shoulder instead. With raw concern now pushing aside some of that depression, he can act a little more like himself again. ]
Let me carry you.