[It speaks, perhaps, to how very tired he is— there is little left in him to argue, and he would have easily spent what little energy remained working through the night or until he fell asleep atop his own desk, had he been left interrupted.]
I assure you, I can walk.
[He won't, of course. For all that has gone wrong with creation magic among their people, he still has a host of his own abilities available to him, waning though some may be. He can still teleport— for the both of them, if need be.
He pushes his chair from his desk, rising to his feet.]
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I assure you, I can walk.
[He won't, of course. For all that has gone wrong with creation magic among their people, he still has a host of his own abilities available to him, waning though some may be. He can still teleport— for the both of them, if need be.
He pushes his chair from his desk, rising to his feet.]
Shall we, then? Since you insist.