[ She'll be fine if she falls from here, but does she want to? No. Mythra holds onto him as he swings, and when they're just close enough, she releases one hand off his waist to reach out to the ledge to hold them in place. ]
Sh--...shut up! It worked, didn't it? We're out of that damn tour!
[ You can thank her any time.
Gritting her teeth, she pulls herself onto the ledge, turning around to press her back to the tower. Regaining her breath, she extends a hand to him. Despite the scowl that carried in her tone earlier, there's a hint of a stubborn pout upon her lips, a subdued tone, as if she's.... she's trying. ] C'mon, I'll carry you down.
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Sh--...shut up! It worked, didn't it? We're out of that damn tour!
[ You can thank her any time.
Gritting her teeth, she pulls herself onto the ledge, turning around to press her back to the tower. Regaining her breath, she extends a hand to him. Despite the scowl that carried in her tone earlier, there's a hint of a stubborn pout upon her lips, a subdued tone, as if she's.... she's trying. ] C'mon, I'll carry you down.