Francis stumbles a little, only a little, under the other man's weight. Tall as he is, it must be said that he is unused to being the smaller man, and though he is stronger than he looks, he is also still shaking from the fight.
He nods, pressing his lips together. "They will know better who to speak with," he agrees, and sounds all the more as though he is trying to convince himself. It is comforting to think that they may in good conscience take that easier way out; more comforting still to think that they have found a solution. Still, doubt lingers, a sense that he should be doing more than that. "Certainly, I am not long-enough established, and they are more than a touch mistrustful..."
Yes. Yes, it is best. Thus reassured, he nods again, more firmly, and turns the corner towards the Rose & Thorn.
"It is good of you," he ventures, after a moment, "to be so concerned for my safety. I am afraid you would be better-placed to look to your own, though."
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He nods, pressing his lips together. "They will know better who to speak with," he agrees, and sounds all the more as though he is trying to convince himself. It is comforting to think that they may in good conscience take that easier way out; more comforting still to think that they have found a solution. Still, doubt lingers, a sense that he should be doing more than that. "Certainly, I am not long-enough established, and they are more than a touch mistrustful..."
Yes. Yes, it is best. Thus reassured, he nods again, more firmly, and turns the corner towards the Rose & Thorn.
"It is good of you," he ventures, after a moment, "to be so concerned for my safety. I am afraid you would be better-placed to look to your own, though."