[SE] Don't be cautious, don't be kind

run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine

If he’s surprised (he is) that she takes his offered elbow, he hides it well. Feeling the warmth of her hand tuck in as his other one wraps around it, keeping her anchored to him as they pave their path - his cane hanging easily from the crook of his other elbow. His dramatics are still in full swing, though, as her question has him rolling his eyes and scoffing a playful sound, staring into the distance down the path they pluck. “Begrudgingly.” He admits, nose wrinkling, before his horned head angles down toward her.

“How kind of you, darling. Thank you.” A brief pause before his smile turns a touch mischievous. “I would like to offer a greeting to Spook on the way.” Lifting a brow playfully, the butcher pushes past that before realizing he hadn’t quite told her the destination he intends to go when the Marauder comes into view.

Patting her hand, he looks over toward the ship in the distance. “If it is not too much trouble, could you take me to Torchline? I vowed to Danta that I would not miss the sky ship back with him.” They can get it settled as they get there, he’s sure, but for now he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to some peace and quiet on the waves.

And the good company, of course, because Thalassa never lacks in that regard.

- FIN

Astaroth

run, baby, run, run for your life