[Despite how exhausted Aymeric sounds, Haurchefant still lets out a chuckle, his tone as jolly as ever. Gently, he squeezes the Lord Commander's hand, smiling brightly at him through the trying day that was endured.
So he keeps the hand, for now. His other arm braces Aymeric's back, perhaps as an excuse to remain in constant contact, but also offering as much support as he is able. They continue on to the infirmary, where he nudges the other man to bed.]
Might I bring you anything to make you more comfortable?
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So he keeps the hand, for now. His other arm braces Aymeric's back, perhaps as an excuse to remain in constant contact, but also offering as much support as he is able. They continue on to the infirmary, where he nudges the other man to bed.]
Might I bring you anything to make you more comfortable?