[ The ground is motionless beneath their feet. The clouds are all that moves across the heavens. Perhaps Francel is ill, his excursion too demanding in his state.
Catching the boy and supporting his weight, Zephirin locates the nearest seat, a bench, meaning to guide Francel towards it for a moment's rest until his lightheadedness passes. ]
...This way. By your leave, I intend to touch your face.
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Catching the boy and supporting his weight, Zephirin locates the nearest seat, a bench, meaning to guide Francel towards it for a moment's rest until his lightheadedness passes. ]
...This way. By your leave, I intend to touch your face.