[He already hates the fact that he ended up in a strange place with no idea what was going on, but now some guy with a blindfold was sassing him. Why's he even wearing a blindfold? Can he even see? Is this one of those chuunibyou? He doesn't get it, but he bristles for a moment, eyes darting back to the plants, to his arrow that's still lodged there, before he stares at him.
His fingers itch to pull his hood down, but that's admitting weakness.]
... You didn't have to carry me like that. I didn't ask for your help.
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His fingers itch to pull his hood down, but that's admitting weakness.]
... You didn't have to carry me like that. I didn't ask for your help.