[No strength left in him, then. That is hardly Aymeric's fault, even if it does briefly cause his blood to boil at the wrongs done to him. Haurchefant loves his homeland, his people, but he is certainly no stranger to its hypocrisy and flaws either. But then, neither is Aymeric, and they both have similar reasons to know enough.
He minds himself, and he smiles kindly regardless.]
Then rest assured I shall catch you. I will lend you my strength however I am able.
[A hand goes to the small of Aymeric's back, prepared to guide him against his own body to bear the weight. The other handles the key, unlocking cuff and shackles keeping him bound. Though they are pressed for time, he will not rush this, determined to remain aware of Aymeric's well-being.]
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He minds himself, and he smiles kindly regardless.]
Then rest assured I shall catch you. I will lend you my strength however I am able.
[A hand goes to the small of Aymeric's back, prepared to guide him against his own body to bear the weight. The other handles the key, unlocking cuff and shackles keeping him bound. Though they are pressed for time, he will not rush this, determined to remain aware of Aymeric's well-being.]