"Good." Now, Aramis needs both hands to carry the drink and plate, but Cinna is welcome to lean on him as they make their way slowly down the hall.
"I am adjusting to this smaller gait," he admits with no little rue. "That is what I suppose I can warn you of: a door may lead you to a room or even to your room, but other times, it can take you back to where you are from, or some random place, or ... something like this." Like being a woman.
"For instance, one time I found myself on a sandy beach somewhere where they served quite frothy and cool drinks." And the view had been quite nice, too.
"I know it can be frustrating finding oneself here," he notes as they get closer to the room, "however, it could be worse."
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"I am adjusting to this smaller gait," he admits with no little rue. "That is what I suppose I can warn you of: a door may lead you to a room or even to your room, but other times, it can take you back to where you are from, or some random place, or ... something like this." Like being a woman.
"For instance, one time I found myself on a sandy beach somewhere where they served quite frothy and cool drinks." And the view had been quite nice, too.
"I know it can be frustrating finding oneself here," he notes as they get closer to the room, "however, it could be worse."