Artemy lets himself be helped up. Being on two feet helps. Knowing he's about to leave the inn helps.
Having Erik's arm around him helps.
He follows without complaint, only giving a gruff nod and grunt in acknowledgement as he does.
As the two exit he finds himself so thankful for the brisk cold air on his face that he could start crying again. Artemy holds back, but he's so thankful. Incredibly so.
He gathers himself as the two start off towards the farmlands.
"... I am certain you don't want to hear this." Artemy starts, "But I do feel inclined to apologize regardless. My blade was not meant for your side."
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Having Erik's arm around him helps.
He follows without complaint, only giving a gruff nod and grunt in acknowledgement as he does.
As the two exit he finds himself so thankful for the brisk cold air on his face that he could start crying again. Artemy holds back, but he's so thankful. Incredibly so.
He gathers himself as the two start off towards the farmlands.
"... I am certain you don't want to hear this." Artemy starts, "But I do feel inclined to apologize regardless. My blade was not meant for your side."