[Celehar nods, and reaches out to take the hand, clasping it in his own in a gesture of support. Metaphorical, if not physical - he is by no means the strongest man, certainly couldn't single-handedly lift anyone here, unlike some. But the reminder that someone else is there together with him in the dark makes walking easier, and when the voices still milling around them continue to echo, the presence of another to physically lean against is welcome - as is the light, bobbing in the distance, for them to follow.
The shivers still haven't quite left him, and he walks with his head turned towards the dark water below them, ears low - but he does walk. And in carrying on, it's some fragment of his calling, that surfaces to him - the need to listen to others.
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The shivers still haven't quite left him, and he walks with his head turned towards the dark water below them, ears low - but he does walk. And in carrying on, it's some fragment of his calling, that surfaces to him - the need to listen to others.
It starts with a single low, cautious question.]
Thou'rt nobility?