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[bleps]

[He pauses, but still doesn’t turn around. Gives her a look that is scrutinizing and a little chiding.]

How confident are you that you will not drown if I leave you in the bathhouse?

[flyingsolos]

[ ugh, Mom, you're such a killjoy. ]

I promise to get out if I even start feeling dizzy.

[ But she's gross! And sweaty! And she hates it. ]

[bleps]

And you'll call for someone to aid you if you do?

[Stipulations. Mom.exe]

[flyingsolos]

I'll even call you if you want.

[bleps]

Whomever you're comfortable with.

[He pauses for a half-second, seeming to consider it, then turns back around. He's acquiesced, apparently.]

But as long as you promise it, then I see no issue for now.

[Eventually, he'll even set her down close to where she can find a small room to change out of sweaty clothes/prepare/what-have-you.]

Do you need anything else for me from me for now?

[flyingsolos]

No, this is fine.

[ And once she's steady (enough), she'll smile tiredly at him. ]

Thanks a bunch, Connor. You're a lifesaver.

[bleps]

Of course. Anything I can do to help, Rion. Don't ever hesitate to call on me.

[He offers a smile that can only be read as sincere. There's never a time when helping people, and thus feeling useful and needed, will not provide Connor with content satisfaction.

He turns to leave after a lingering moment of making absolutely sure she seems fine.]

And be careful.