[ She settles into a distance that's more manageable, a comfortable weight laid across his lap; it reminds him of his own sluggishness, but he doesn't show it beyond a long inhale and exhale. A moment he uses to orient himself. ]
…Are you staying with someone. The Residential District is a mess.
[ If she is, he would be fine with carrying her to wherever she's staying－ it's a better alternative to leaving Oona here wrapped in his jacket and half-passed out.
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…Are you staying with someone. The Residential District is a mess.
[ If she is, he would be fine with carrying her to wherever she's staying－ it's a better alternative to leaving Oona here wrapped in his jacket and half-passed out.
A tilt of his head, a careful once-over. ]
If you can't walk, I can carry you.