[The wizard's face goes grey, and John reaches out, slowly to not be bitten by a skittish Dresden (so to speak), putting a hand on his shoulder. The idea of Dresden being ill, affected too much by the pull, not being as able as John needs him...
So he forgoes pointing out that the suit is Givenchy or that his pocket's are quite a bit more full, and thinks back to one of the flyer's he was given.] We have a month of free housing at the Tower Apartments. I don't need to tell you that letting ourselves be herded is a phenomenally stupid idea, but night's coming and you frankly look like death warmed over, Dresden.
[John doesn't feel much better, but he has composure to spare. Though deep down, all he wants is the old indulgence of Pepto and a warm bed.]
Are you all right to move, or do you need a moment? [There is a hint of that other side of the Barony to his voice; the care-taker of his people, even if Dresden would spit and claw and fight against such classification.]
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So he forgoes pointing out that the suit is Givenchy or that his pocket's are quite a bit more full, and thinks back to one of the flyer's he was given.] We have a month of free housing at the Tower Apartments. I don't need to tell you that letting ourselves be herded is a phenomenally stupid idea, but night's coming and you frankly look like death warmed over, Dresden.
[John doesn't feel much better, but he has composure to spare. Though deep down, all he wants is the old indulgence of Pepto and a warm bed.]
Are you all right to move, or do you need a moment? [There is a hint of that other side of the Barony to his voice; the care-taker of his people, even if Dresden would spit and claw and fight against such classification.]