[ Fang's body language spoke a great deal, but the emotions in the bond spoke even more so, and so much more clearly. Chariot was grateful for it, and it let her be the one to pick up the slack, making her way across the space towards Fang and taking up one of her hands with both of her own. ]
It's just a chair... [ It was. It ultimately didn't matter in the face of Fang obviously being in dire straights before her. She could feel the ache in the other's heart, the fraying of her mind. Like she'd been suddenly saddled with a weight far too heavy to carry on her own. ]
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It's just a chair... [ It was. It ultimately didn't matter in the face of Fang obviously being in dire straights before her. She could feel the ache in the other's heart, the fraying of her mind. Like she'd been suddenly saddled with a weight far too heavy to carry on her own. ]