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[You find yourselves surrounded by mud walls and a ceiling, the grass of the clearing still dense under your feet. The room is well-lit by the usual lights that litter Aather during the night. There is a small pool of water in one corner and a piece of paper stuck to one of the walls]

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I'm here to help you, so, just let me know what I can do.

How about . . . left?

We usually don't need a lot of help... [tyin' your wrist] Is that too tight?

That's fine.

Er, I guess put your foot up. I'll try to give you as much slack as I can.

[ does so. ]

Like that?

Yeah. Are you sure you're okay with this?

I'm sure!

. . . unless you want to be tied up.

[ :oa . . . ]

Well yeah, I'd rather it be me than having to tie up a girl. But I don't know what the other tasks are going to be.

It's all right, Turn.

If you say so... How's that?

It's fine.

Grab me if you need to balance or anything.

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