[He's a lot of an idiot, but it does seem like he's starting to realize that there are people here invested in his well-being, and his usual ploy of avoidance isn't going to work in the face of strong personalities like Ciri. Reluctantly, he takes the mask from her and fits it over his mouth and nose, taking a few deep breaths unclogged by smog and the haze of burning rubble.]
Thank you.
[It feels a little hollow, to him, but he's not sure what else he can say.]
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Thank you.
[It feels a little hollow, to him, but he's not sure what else he can say.]
Do you want to sit for a moment?
[She shouldn't wear herself out, either.]