Samuel
But for now I've no peace and a million seconds
They began to walk back along the path up to town, Sam settling back into his regular walking rhythm with his cane, which was surprisingly upright and quick. When he'd realised he needed one, he'd vowed to himself he would not appear frail, no matter what - his knees ached, but he would never admit that to himself nor to anyone else.
"You're welcome, Ma'am." He almost offered her his arm, but decided that would be inappropriate. She was an unmarried noble, after all, and he was a Drench-born soldier. Should the constantly watching eyes of the Plates see, the gossip would never end (nor would the reprimands he'd get from the higher ups).
He wasn't sure just how bad circumstances were, if they were even bad at all, but it pleased him to know he'd helped keep Rexanna calm. Having once failed a 'civilian interaction' course...though talking to Rexanna felt much easier than talking to a stony faced examiner. "And I appreci- enjoyed your help."
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"You're welcome, Ma'am." He almost offered her his arm, but decided that would be inappropriate. She was an unmarried noble, after all, and he was a Drench-born soldier. Should the constantly watching eyes of the Plates see, the gossip would never end (nor would the reprimands he'd get from the higher ups).
He wasn't sure just how bad circumstances were, if they were even bad at all, but it pleased him to know he'd helped keep Rexanna calm. Having once failed a 'civilian interaction' course...though talking to Rexanna felt much easier than talking to a stony faced examiner. "And I appreci- enjoyed your help."
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Tick-tocking away in my brain
