"I don't think that will be necessary," he answers, pausing for a moment at the door to catch his breath. They've made it back in record time - by his current standards, at least - thanks to his newfound desire to see this plan through. If he could sprint to the room Cassandra's adopted as her study, he would (and no doubt survive a tongue-lashing from his soon-to-be-wife after). "I'd crawl up there if I had to."
It'll look more like the uncertain steps of an old man, though, or the first faltering attempts of a toddler. Slow work, going up there, but to a worthy end.
Inside, he starts toward Cassandra's office, still trying his best to maintain some speed. "Is there anything else we'll need to do? This seems too easy, somehow."
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Date: 2025-01-12 04:25 am (UTC)It'll look more like the uncertain steps of an old man, though, or the first faltering attempts of a toddler. Slow work, going up there, but to a worthy end.
Inside, he starts toward Cassandra's office, still trying his best to maintain some speed. "Is there anything else we'll need to do? This seems too easy, somehow."