[And just this once, Gilgamesh takes it, that town crier's voice ringing in his head: for the good of our Lord and Lady, let this task be done.
Just this once, Gilgamesh takes her by the hand, then sweeps her into his arms, and weightless she may as well be for the ease of it. Against his bare chest she goes, and he sets them off at a speedy trot. More smooth glides, really, that out him as a Servant or at least something along such effortlessly graceful lines.
He looks down at her and whistles, though not for anything untoward. His hands remain shockingly polite.]
Ah, you're pretty cold, though. How long have you been out here for?
[He's surprised she isn't dead already. Stubborn little creature.]
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Just this once, Gilgamesh takes her by the hand, then sweeps her into his arms, and weightless she may as well be for the ease of it. Against his bare chest she goes, and he sets them off at a speedy trot. More smooth glides, really, that out him as a Servant or at least something along such effortlessly graceful lines.
He looks down at her and whistles, though not for anything untoward. His hands remain shockingly polite.]
Ah, you're pretty cold, though. How long have you been out here for?
[He's surprised she isn't dead already. Stubborn little creature.]