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[Fussing is not something one does with the Emperor of Garlemald. Please give him a moment, it's been some time since he last experienced it.]

You came all this way to bring me... What are those, sandiwches?

[He shakes his head, a little dismissively, but doesn't stop her from sitting beside him if she should so choose. Still...]

Isn't it a hero's job to give aid to the less fortunate? I assure you, I am perfectly capable of fending for myself; your care would be better directed towards, I don't know, some poor unfortunate soul orphaned by the sin-eaters, would it not?

Yes.

[That is the answer to both of his questions. How nice and neat and tidy is that? And with that question answered, she does indeed sit down beside him, a bit of polite distance between the both of them. She is trying to be friendly, but not overly so. She sets the bundle of leftover sandwiches upon her lap.

His retort leaves her considering his words, and her head gives a little tilt... but then she sets about unwrapping the bundle.]

I can't be everywhere.

[A truth that she has had to come to terms with. Warrior of Light or Warrior of Darkness, gifted again and again, she still has limits. There are only so few sandwiches, and so many orphans. There is only one moody Ascian lurking about. To her knowledge.]

So here I am. Have a sandwich! They're good.

[And such a selection, too! Egg salad, cured meats, bacon and lettuce and tomato... And she even managed not to squish them on the way up.]

[He just continues to stare at her for a moment. But, then, with the most tired of sighs, he lifts a hand and takes a sandwich in between two gloved fingers - not even particularly caring to look at what kind it is, but simply taking the closest one to himself from her lap.]

To the spirit of cooperation, I suppose.

[Where did he get the napkin he unfolds with a snap of his other hand to lay across his lap? A good question, and one he's not going to answer today. Aside from the fact that he's still slouching so far forward that he looks like he might fall off the ledge if someone applied the slightest bit of pressure, he's downright dainty as he actually takes a first bite of the food.

Imperial manners, after all.]

[Ah, a victory. Dakki nods and smiles as he takes a sandwich, not really noticing that he hadn't been at all choosy. Nor really noticing that a handkerchief has apparently appeared from nowhere. Such a thing is... on theme for him. Consistent with the guise he has chosen for himself. It fits him, the object and the action.

Though something else about him still seems ill-worn and out of sorts. All his slouching and strolling and eye-rolling had felt like some sort of performance he was making, at first. A grand show of how little he cares, when he actually cares very, very deeply. But the weight on his shoulders....

She looks away for the moment, gazing out at the citizens below, legs swinging absently.]

I suppose it's cooperation. I'm not sure how much help you're actually being.

[She attempts to say it with a straight face, and almost manages it. The little upturn of her tone and quirking of her lips betrays that she's not entirely serious. Just a bit serious. A small amount. They've yet to proceed on to the Rak'tika Greatwood, after all. He has yet to perform any particularly kind deeds.]

The greatest of journeys begins with the smallest of steps.

[Said before oh-so-delicately wiping a bit of mustard off his lips. That is what napkins are for, after all.

...Perhaps he'll take another, in a minute or two.]

Though that does beg the question of why you sought me out, considering exactly how keen you and your companions have been on not cooperating.

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