[Even better that she doesn't question it, and he doesn't balk from the offered shoulder. Instead, an arm swings around her, fingers grasping into the dark fabric of her outfit tightly, lifting himself up with her aid.
He grimaces from under the mask. His leg might be healing, but it'll still be sore for a while yet until they've a real chance to sit down and he can truly focus on his body recovering.]
Your voice... [He says through hissed syllables.] I've heard it before.
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He grimaces from under the mask. His leg might be healing, but it'll still be sore for a while yet until they've a real chance to sit down and he can truly focus on his body recovering.]
Your voice... [He says through hissed syllables.] I've heard it before.