[Dion reaches for the sheet, nodding at the instruction. He shakes it out, nearly missing Joshua's question as he does. Instinctively, he begins to shake his head, only to stop short. Instead, he wipes the sweat from his brow and... gives a little shrug.
Lying isn't going to get him anywhere, after all.]
Perhaps a hand to help me spread it out would go a long way?
[He doesn't think he's about to keel over. He could probably manage by himself, only to be exhausted later. Sharing the load, however, would both do wonders for increasing his endurance, while also making sure he didn't somehow collapse.]
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Lying isn't going to get him anywhere, after all.]
Perhaps a hand to help me spread it out would go a long way?
[He doesn't think he's about to keel over. He could probably manage by himself, only to be exhausted later. Sharing the load, however, would both do wonders for increasing his endurance, while also making sure he didn't somehow collapse.]