[Straight ahead and to the left. And so he walks, exactly straight ahead and to the left, which leads them down another path, a different street. A journey of leaving one large crowd for another, but in the in-between there's at least a moment of quieter commotion, a chance to breathe out words that won't become lost in noise and uncertain stares.
He looks at her, briefly, taking in the lines of her profile -- considering how much to say. Ciri's a stranger, but a good-natured stranger. Markus parses his words from a bevy of things to say, and settles on something generalized enough, if not a little wry.]
Do you always swoop in to save someone from their own indignant anger?
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He looks at her, briefly, taking in the lines of her profile -- considering how much to say. Ciri's a stranger, but a good-natured stranger. Markus parses his words from a bevy of things to say, and settles on something generalized enough, if not a little wry.]
Do you always swoop in to save someone from their own indignant anger?