Arthur sets them back on his face gratefully, blinking a few times as his vision swims and sets and everything comes back into focus. Much better! Everything else is still miserable, but he can see properly again. Amazing what such a small thing can do.
Well, his savior is certainly not a local. In fact Arthur isn't entirely sure what he is, but that's becoming relatively normal. There's all sorts about, both natives and transplants. This one looks rather....burny? He's going to assume that's normal. Sometimes it is.
"I'm afraid we don't get tornados in Wellington Wells, I'm not built for them." He awkwardly picks himself up off the ground, brushing himself clean as best he can. His trousers are filthy with mud, though, and there's nothing he can do about that.
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Arthur sets them back on his face gratefully, blinking a few times as his vision swims and sets and everything comes back into focus. Much better! Everything else is still miserable, but he can see properly again. Amazing what such a small thing can do.
Well, his savior is certainly not a local. In fact Arthur isn't entirely sure what he is, but that's becoming relatively normal. There's all sorts about, both natives and transplants. This one looks rather....burny? He's going to assume that's normal. Sometimes it is.
"I'm afraid we don't get tornados in Wellington Wells, I'm not built for them." He awkwardly picks himself up off the ground, brushing himself clean as best he can. His trousers are filthy with mud, though, and there's nothing he can do about that.
"Arthur Hastings, jolly good to meet you."