[ He walks slowly, placing down the items he thought were fitting or that belonged to each body. When he's done, he sighs and lowers the makeshift mask.
He flushes at Rider's praise, feeling the weight of his hand against his shoulder. Being praised by his king, it's all he could really ask for, though he still feels a bit melancholy at the moment. ]
... Thank you. At least we could help them a little, in the end.
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[ He walks slowly, placing down the items he thought were fitting or that belonged to each body. When he's done, he sighs and lowers the makeshift mask.
He flushes at Rider's praise, feeling the weight of his hand against his shoulder. Being praised by his king, it's all he could really ask for, though he still feels a bit melancholy at the moment. ]
... Thank you. At least we could help them a little, in the end.