With the stroke of the oars.

KILLIAN

Killian smiled as Are explained the tools, and chuckled when the cobbler finished with a wink. "There's no need to pay me, like I said it's a favor!" he replied with a nod and a soft sigh.

It was getting late, his weary body was begging him to find the clinic, where the tea was warm and the bed was made. Are had been such a welcome distraction, he'd forgotten that the reason they'd started talking in the first place was for directions. He'd started out lost, and ended up with a task and a friend.

"Well, I really should be getting back, thanks again for helping out," he said with an expectant pause, hoping Are could still tell him the way.

baby baby don’t be so shy
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