The footsteps stop, turn, and approach. His movements are careful and measured, stepping around the two pages and stopping a safe distance away - not quite close enough for the woman to be able to hit him, but not too far as to be out of polite range.
"How are you feeling, miss? Shall I fetch a healer?"
He's concerned, but also cautious, his voice delicately controlled. His spellbook is still with him, ready to act at a moment's notice.
i am slow as shit gomen
The footsteps stop, turn, and approach. His movements are careful and measured, stepping around the two pages and stopping a safe distance away - not quite close enough for the woman to be able to hit him, but not too far as to be out of polite range.
"How are you feeling, miss? Shall I fetch a healer?"
He's concerned, but also cautious, his voice delicately controlled. His spellbook is still with him, ready to act at a moment's notice.