...Hm. [His blind gaze shifts instinctively downwards to their linked arms, then up again; it's pointless to look, but he can't help himself. He is willing to let her guide him, though, so he waits for her to do so. If he's willing to let a cheagle lead him around, she certainly can.] You have to talk, or tell a story. That's the rule.
[If only to be fair. Or make up excuses, whatever.]
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[If only to be fair. Or make up excuses, whatever.]