[credence notices the way he grips the chair, how standing seems to be an effort.]
Are you--did he--are your legs bothering you?
[he lurches closer, not sure if he should offer his arm or how--he knows, intellectually, that he's tall enough to be of use, even if he doesn't feel that way. he just doesn't know how to initiate such a thing. but mr. graves seems to be all right walking--so credence follows closely, keeping an eye on the way he's moving, ready to provide support if he can.
and then they get to the garden.]
Oh.
[it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. he doesn't know where to look first. even the ceiling seems to be magic. he wanders off despite himself, kneeling down to examine anything unfamiliar, (which is most things).]
Are these for potions?
[he glances back at mr. graves, for once curious (and distracted) enough to forget his nerves.]
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Are you--did he--are your legs bothering you?
[he lurches closer, not sure if he should offer his arm or how--he knows, intellectually, that he's tall enough to be of use, even if he doesn't feel that way. he just doesn't know how to initiate such a thing. but mr. graves seems to be all right walking--so credence follows closely, keeping an eye on the way he's moving, ready to provide support if he can.
and then they get to the garden.]
Oh.
[it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. he doesn't know where to look first. even the ceiling seems to be magic. he wanders off despite himself, kneeling down to examine anything unfamiliar, (which is most things).]
Are these for potions?
[he glances back at mr. graves, for once curious (and distracted) enough to forget his nerves.]