[It was kind of him to escort her, which she had every intention to tell him was unnecessary. After all, he'd have to brave the rain to his own quarters. To be fair, however, when she gave him a look over, halfheartedly fiddling with her own hair which certainly had its own dampness, she thought he looked a bit like a dog.
One of the kinds who got left out of a locked door.
It wasn't as if she couldn't shelter him for a bit, so without even asking for his permission, it was with her right hand that she took a hold upon the front of his robes and tugged him after.]
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One of the kinds who got left out of a locked door.
It wasn't as if she couldn't shelter him for a bit, so without even asking for his permission, it was with her right hand that she took a hold upon the front of his robes and tugged him after.]
Come on then. Perhaps it will let up soon.