[Kaname would be the first to object to his interpretation of her reply, had she known his thoughts. For now, she's relieved he's not fighting her regarding her assistance. Nodding, she moves off the bed and closer to him, holding out her arms for him to bear his weight upon.]
Of course. Anything you need, Messer.
[And she means it wholeheartedly. His eventual weight braced against her is more than she's expecting, but she stays sturdy. It's what she can do for him, and it'll take more than that to keep her from it. His pride if often an obstacle, Kaname knows, yet it seems he can let some of it go with her. Maybe the extra warmth she feels is only from his body next to hers.
Soon, she's got his right arm over her shoulders as he leans against her with her left arm around his midsection to keep him steady. A small part of her wants to wrap her other arm around him, too, and not let go for a while. It surprises her how well she slept that way the previous night. Once they're more settled, it'll give her something to think on.]
How are you? I'm not holding too tight, am I?
[Slowly but surely, they make their way to the bathroom, where a stool waits, likely for him to sit on. Guiding him there, the singer slowly releases his form and faces him. She reaches for the jacket to begin taking off the muck covered garments.]
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Of course. Anything you need, Messer.
[And she means it wholeheartedly. His eventual weight braced against her is more than she's expecting, but she stays sturdy. It's what she can do for him, and it'll take more than that to keep her from it. His pride if often an obstacle, Kaname knows, yet it seems he can let some of it go with her. Maybe the extra warmth she feels is only from his body next to hers.
Soon, she's got his right arm over her shoulders as he leans against her with her left arm around his midsection to keep him steady. A small part of her wants to wrap her other arm around him, too, and not let go for a while. It surprises her how well she slept that way the previous night. Once they're more settled, it'll give her something to think on.]
How are you? I'm not holding too tight, am I?
[Slowly but surely, they make their way to the bathroom, where a stool waits, likely for him to sit on. Guiding him there, the singer slowly releases his form and faces him. She reaches for the jacket to begin taking off the muck covered garments.]