[I-Is he supposed to follow along with this?? She is sticking to the premise of the story.
He really does rather wish he had been given the role of a noble knight, but before he knows it he does find himself taking her hand, the magic of the story and his costuming weaving through his consciousness now that someone else is here.
. . . Although he does find himself having to look away, his cheeks red and burning brighter with each chanced glance in her direction.]
Thank you, Beauty Warrior...!
[How is this...?? The desire for a rescue, he supposes, has been there all along. That had been why he was calling out.]
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[I-Is he supposed to follow along with this?? She is sticking to the premise of the story.
He really does rather wish he had been given the role of a noble knight, but before he knows it he does find himself taking her hand, the magic of the story and his costuming weaving through his consciousness now that someone else is here.
. . . Although he does find himself having to look away, his cheeks red and burning brighter with each chanced glance in her direction.]
Thank you, Beauty Warrior...!
[How is this...?? The desire for a rescue, he supposes, has been there all along. That had been why he was calling out.]
I shall put my safety in your lovely hands!