[ It's a good thing he's too tired to really lay in to Yuuri, to berate him for how stupid an idea it was to think he could come down here and be anything but a danger to himself and others- or maybe it's just the look on Yuuri's face that stops Yurio cold. He'd deny it, of course, but whatever else he'd had to say on the matter ends up set aside with that look, and so with his free hand he reached out, gripping the other's bicep and turning him back in the direction Yuuri had been coming from, the way the soldiers (like himself) had been headed for some much needed rest. ]
A few weeks, at least. Maybe a month. [ He waved his spear a little, the closest he could come to wafting a hand when it was full. His lips pursed, and he added a punctuating shrug, and a gruff- ] Long enough to defend myself down here.
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A few weeks, at least. Maybe a month. [ He waved his spear a little, the closest he could come to wafting a hand when it was full. His lips pursed, and he added a punctuating shrug, and a gruff- ] Long enough to defend myself down here.