[Will she says, and all of Chiron's responses to what the association might do is gone. Instead watches as Fiore (and what a joy it is to only call her Fiore) rises to her feet.
Her feet.]
You've done so much.
[How can four words contain such pride? Who is to say. It is there, and Chiron then lowers his forearm, offering it to Fiore to steady herself off.]
Here. It'll be more comfortable than the arms of a chair.
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Her feet.]
You've done so much.
[How can four words contain such pride? Who is to say. It is there, and Chiron then lowers his forearm, offering it to Fiore to steady herself off.]
Here. It'll be more comfortable than the arms of a chair.