[ Basch is too spent and too speechless for words, so he just nods. He fully expects Sylvain will be gone come morning, but it does not dampen the magic of company enjoyed. He waits patiently, eyes closed and head pressed against Sylvain's chest as the man undoes his bounds, taking the offered hand.
Even when he stands, he is weak on his knees. ]
I was beginning to think your stamina had no end.
[ He lets Sylvain lead the way, hiding winces with practiced ease. He is still not healed from prison, and their activity has strained him. Not that he regrets it. ]
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Even when he stands, he is weak on his knees. ]
I was beginning to think your stamina had no end.
[ He lets Sylvain lead the way, hiding winces with practiced ease. He is still not healed from prison, and their activity has strained him. Not that he regrets it. ]