It’s a little disconcerting, again, when Lioriley starts moving. He can feel the sway of her body while she carries him in her arms like this. However, Rezo adjusts quickly- it’s a little like lying in a hammock, or being on a boat.
“My ticket should be with my clothes,” Rezo says. “It will allow us access to my cabin, and we can take everything back there.”
It will be an ideal place to leave his clothes, and probably Rezo himself for that matter. Even if his roommates are still hanging out there at this time of day, they will probably be relatively understanding of the whole ‘look, I turned into a tiny dragon’ issue, especially if Rezo isn’t the only one suffering from it.
“If you’ll excuse me…”
Since Lioriley will presumably need at least one of her hands free for this, Rezo climbs up her arm as carefully as he can manage, and grips her sleeve over her shoulder.
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“My ticket should be with my clothes,” Rezo says. “It will allow us access to my cabin, and we can take everything back there.”
It will be an ideal place to leave his clothes, and probably Rezo himself for that matter. Even if his roommates are still hanging out there at this time of day, they will probably be relatively understanding of the whole ‘look, I turned into a tiny dragon’ issue, especially if Rezo isn’t the only one suffering from it.
“If you’ll excuse me…”
Since Lioriley will presumably need at least one of her hands free for this, Rezo climbs up her arm as carefully as he can manage, and grips her sleeve over her shoulder.