[He senses that something is wrong the moment he realizes that his lady is waiting in this room, in which she would only be if there were some purpose to it. And then he senses with his rapidly diminishing sight that this room has been shifted, rearranged and
He does navigate himself just fine, cane a-tapping on the floor as he sweeps in, eyes focused on where he makes an educated guess to where Sharon must be.
He is good at educated guesses, though, so that's fine.]
Why, my Lady, I do hope you were not waiting long?
[For. Whatever she was waiting for he's honestly not sure--]
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He does navigate himself just fine, cane a-tapping on the floor as he sweeps in, eyes focused on where he makes an educated guess to where Sharon must be.
He is good at educated guesses, though, so that's fine.]
Why, my Lady, I do hope you were not waiting long?
[For. Whatever she was waiting for he's honestly not sure--]