[they're far enough away from the capital that he's subtly worn around the edges, every little thing just a bit harder than it really should be, but he's not sick at least. just... exhausted, and unsure, and stressed. but he gives her one of his smooth smiles, catching her wrist gently in a hand.]
Don't worry about me, Yona dear. I'm surprisingly sturdy, for a man of my looks. But it's getting dark, and we wouldn't want you to catch a chill on the night wind, so we should find shelter.
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Don't worry about me, Yona dear. I'm surprisingly sturdy, for a man of my looks. But it's getting dark, and we wouldn't want you to catch a chill on the night wind, so we should find shelter.