[He's about ready to feel disappointed at his arm offer being shot down and, then...]
[Well, he stumbles along with Cater's tug at his sleeve, definitely baffled by the request. It's a little more like the expression Cater had feared when he leaned on Idia at first. He's got enough thoughts swirling in his head to be nervous.]
no subject
[Well, he stumbles along with Cater's tug at his sleeve, definitely baffled by the request. It's a little more like the expression Cater had feared when he leaned on Idia at first. He's got enough thoughts swirling in his head to be nervous.]
... Y- You really- me- making it- better?
[a stumbling, jumbling reply]