[Eustace doesn't sit on the bed, but D understands very well as he also would not sit on someone else's bed more than likely.
He turns back to the sewn leather of his left arm so he can finish the last little bit of it. He tries the thread then pulls it taut, and somehow pops it apart with just the push and pull of his fingers.]
You don't have to thank me.
[He is smart unlike certain other Dokja house residing people... Not naming names. He also knows the thanks is for the attempt, but without obtaining the Shard at all, it feels unwarranted.
Neatly, the hook and leather are put out of the way on the table, and then he stands up. He motions to the empty chair, sidestepping. Eustace looks tired, so please sit in this chair, old man!!]
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He turns back to the sewn leather of his left arm so he can finish the last little bit of it. He tries the thread then pulls it taut, and somehow pops it apart with just the push and pull of his fingers.]
You don't have to thank me.
[He is smart unlike certain other Dokja house residing people... Not naming names. He also knows the thanks is for the attempt, but without obtaining the Shard at all, it feels unwarranted.
Neatly, the hook and leather are put out of the way on the table, and then he stands up. He motions to the empty chair, sidestepping. Eustace looks tired, so please sit in this chair, old man!!]
How are you feeling?