[It's almost like he physically shrinks away from the statement, like the idea of someone wishing for his happiness is that unsettling to him. He also averts his gaze after a second or two. He feels too seen; he's not sure that he hates it entirely, and that's something that sits strangely.
On a sigh out:] ...I can still walk. I'd rather not trouble you twice.
[Mandricardo getting in on the business of carrying distressed Sakyous around, damn.]
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On a sigh out:] ...I can still walk. I'd rather not trouble you twice.
[Mandricardo getting in on the business of carrying distressed Sakyous around, damn.]