As he rambles, Luce nods and giggles, because it's quite an impressive feat considering the level of panic that's gone on. Since he doesn't see to have anything against it, she pats his shoulder too as he goes on. Soon enough, however, there's a bathroom.
"Here we are, dear." A small squeeze of his shoulder. "Can you take care of yourself?"
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"Here we are, dear." A small squeeze of his shoulder. "Can you take care of yourself?"