Not that he doesn't trust her. He absolutely does. It's the fact that if he sits he knows there's a very real chance he's not going to be standing up again any time soon. And he has so much to do...
But one look at the stern, adamant glare of the fiery-haired lady tells him that this isn't a fight he can win. Not in his current physical or mental state.
And so...he sinks into the chair, and almost immediately begins to feel the exhaustion wash over him.
On reflex, he uses his blood magic to keep his blood pumping fast. Sadly, there's no way he can hide the blatant surge of crimson magical energy and surges across his body.
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Not that he doesn't trust her. He absolutely does. It's the fact that if he sits he knows there's a very real chance he's not going to be standing up again any time soon. And he has so much to do...
But one look at the stern, adamant glare of the fiery-haired lady tells him that this isn't a fight he can win. Not in his current physical or mental state.
And so...he sinks into the chair, and almost immediately begins to feel the exhaustion wash over him.
On reflex, he uses his blood magic to keep his blood pumping fast. Sadly, there's no way he can hide the blatant surge of crimson magical energy and surges across his body.
"Fine."