[The hand against his spine makes him sigh softly, eyes fluttering closed as he curls up against the other. Wriothesley was a cautious man, but more and more, he has been growing used to Sylvain's company.]
Hmm, I'll humour you this time around. I owe you for healing me. [He knows he doesn't actually owe Sylvain anything, but it's fun to make excuses.]
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Hmm, I'll humour you this time around. I owe you for healing me. [He knows he doesn't actually owe Sylvain anything, but it's fun to make excuses.]