[ He retrieves his datastick from the computer, pocketing it before closing everything out and making sure the machine was as he found it. That done, he stands and takes Peterās hand. Inexplicably sore and tired as he is, something in him eases as he does. Whateverās left of the knot of teeth and dread uncoils in his chest, melting away. Itās a small relief, but itās there.
In the moment, he just figures heās glad to have something solid, and to finally be done with this place.
He drapes Peterās arm over his shoulders as before, shoving the chair back under the desk it belongs to with his foot and waving the wards away with his free hand. ]
Is there a way out that doesnāt lead us back downstairs?
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In the moment, he just figures heās glad to have something solid, and to finally be done with this place.
He drapes Peterās arm over his shoulders as before, shoving the chair back under the desk it belongs to with his foot and waving the wards away with his free hand. ]
Is there a way out that doesnāt lead us back downstairs?