[ So formal! He supposes he probably overstepped his bounds in offering to help her up, but the face that she took his hand instead of swatting it away or snapping at him to know his place speaks volumes. His grin widens, bright and cheerful. ]
I’d be glad to call you my Master. I’m… well, I suppose you can call me Saber.
[ She probably has an idea about who she meant to summon, but he’d rather her ask first. ]
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I’d be glad to call you my Master. I’m… well, I suppose you can call me Saber.
[ She probably has an idea about who she meant to summon, but he’d rather her ask first. ]