[ she's not so cold that she'd disallow him from going to his own room, especially considering the comfort his room can provide that a small sickbed won't. privacy, as well, and the ability to busy himself with less active duties, like strategy or letter writing...
yeah, she'll allow it. ]
Of course. [ her voice softens, understanding clear in it, though her heart is still set on keeping him on-course to recover and not overexert himself. ]
I'll accompany you there, and we can get you a drink on the way.
[ finally stepping out of the way, she smiles and holds out her hand. ]
Shall we?
[ — she's not holding it out to steady him, but simply because she'd like to hold his. shh. ]
[ Depending upon the circumstances and the stakes at hand, Clive might have argued with Jill. There are many things to be done, many different operations all happening at the same time. Clive desires to handle most of them in person, despite being told otherwise. So he can't allow something like an injury slow him down.
On the other hand, he's not too keen on having that sort of argument right here. Not right now, considering that there are no pressing matters to attend to. Nothing with urgency that they need to act on. Thus it makes it more difficult to argue. He has no strong position. ]
Water, I take it? [ He slips his hand into hers without second thought. ] Regardless, let's.
[ Which means he is going to leave their little infirmary and head down the stairs. ]
[ she follows alongside him, hand warm in his, as they move down the stairs and toward the open area. a part of her is careful to pay attention to his movements, but the majority of her trusts his own judgement for himself. she doubts he'd be so reckless as to allow himself to fall down the stairs, or anything of the like.
still, he's... the type to need someone looking out for him, since all too often, he doesn't do so for himself. she knows it all too well.
and she chuckles softly, a tone of incredulousness to her voice. ]
What, were you hoping for ale? I would think water the more refreshing route, at a time like this.
[ There's little need to worry. His injuries are not so severe that he might lose his footing. However Clive does move rather stiffly. Breathing controlled with every step he takes. He's not covering any ground in his usual stride. ]
Ale might help soothe other sorts of aches that arises with being scolded.
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Date: 2023-07-20 02:03 am (UTC)yeah, she'll allow it. ]
Of course. [ her voice softens, understanding clear in it, though her heart is still set on keeping him on-course to recover and not overexert himself. ]
I'll accompany you there, and we can get you a drink on the way.
[ finally stepping out of the way, she smiles and holds out her hand. ]
Shall we?
[ — she's not holding it out to steady him, but simply because she'd like to hold his. shh. ]
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Date: 2023-07-23 03:46 am (UTC)On the other hand, he's not too keen on having that sort of argument right here. Not right now, considering that there are no pressing matters to attend to. Nothing with urgency that they need to act on. Thus it makes it more difficult to argue. He has no strong position. ]
Water, I take it? [ He slips his hand into hers without second thought. ] Regardless, let's.
[ Which means he is going to leave their little infirmary and head down the stairs. ]
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Date: 2023-07-28 07:41 am (UTC)still, he's... the type to need someone looking out for him, since all too often, he doesn't do so for himself. she knows it all too well.
and she chuckles softly, a tone of incredulousness to her voice. ]
What, were you hoping for ale? I would think water the more refreshing route, at a time like this.
[ he's injured...! ]
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Date: 2023-08-08 02:12 am (UTC)Ale might help soothe other sorts of aches that arises with being scolded.
[ Meaning his bruised and damaged ego. ]