[He nearly takes it as an insult, and one that he wouldn't be able to counter. After all, just look at her — she seems infinitely more capable at fending off a physical threat at first glance. Yet the addition of, Leave it to me so you aren't hurt quells a couple of those niggling, bad feelings at being just dead weight. He nods, swallowing.]
If it has a spine, I can probably take care of it.
[Helpful? Worrisome? Both?
But his footsteps are far lighter as he follows down the steps behind her. He wrinkles his nose, making a face.]
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If it has a spine, I can probably take care of it.
[Helpful? Worrisome? Both?
But his footsteps are far lighter as he follows down the steps behind her. He wrinkles his nose, making a face.]
It smells like something's rotting.