[He supposes it’s as simple as that. Offered aid is returned in kind, though he does not think to expect it — in some way, it surprises him, even if it is transactional. Though maybe that’s not giving it enough credit. He considers her a friend, and though he doesn’t like to rely too overtly on others, it’s comforting to know that Ciri is someone he can trust with more personal worries.
He crosses over to the table, pulling out a chair to sit. Sephiroth pulls at the fingers of his dark gloves, just as marred with sand in their leather creases. Best to remove them before a meal.]
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He crosses over to the table, pulling out a chair to sit. Sephiroth pulls at the fingers of his dark gloves, just as marred with sand in their leather creases. Best to remove them before a meal.]
Ale sounds good.