[Some of the worry fades in his eyes. It doesn't do anything to ease the deep lines of fatigue, or the dark circles. But some of the concern is gone. He braces himself, offering his hand again.]
I'll pull you up. Lean on me until I get our ride, all right? [There's a beat of pause, before he adds, helpfully:] It's a lion.
A... real one. Not Black. Or Red.
[Depending on what this version of Keith remembers, it's probably best to mention both of them.]
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[Some of the worry fades in his eyes. It doesn't do anything to ease the deep lines of fatigue, or the dark circles. But some of the concern is gone. He braces himself, offering his hand again.]
I'll pull you up. Lean on me until I get our ride, all right? [There's a beat of pause, before he adds, helpfully:] It's a lion.
A... real one. Not Black. Or Red.
[Depending on what this version of Keith remembers, it's probably best to mention both of them.]