[ Ephemera meets Drake's eyes for a moment, then nods. He takes the offered hand. Sometimes it really is that simple, taking the help that's offered. He's hurting, though the ache is distant. He'll live, sleep it off.
Doesn't hurt to take the help that's offered, though. He doesn't have to soldier on all the time. ]
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Doesn't hurt to take the help that's offered, though. He doesn't have to soldier on all the time. ]
Okay.