Well, perhaps that's a job you'll be able to keep, so to speak. There are paper carriers everywhere. [There are, unfortunately, no seats. It lets her keep an arm around him for balance though and she is so okay with it.

No longer alone in this world. Not forced to consider whether Auldrant, or Luceti, was something she made up in an unstable mind trying to escape the world. The chances of that dropped considerably now that someone else with those same memories was here. Who knew how many more there could be?]

Are you...well? You haven't been sick, I hope?