[A vein pops in Sieghart's temple as his eyes widen, lips twitch, and blood pressure skyrockets at the sight of the new official. Of all people, what is this guy doing here? Where's his cute descendant? Her friends would make more sense. Even the elf would be understandable, so why the hell is this guy here!
He looks down at the man's hand like it's the most repulsive thing he's ever beheld in his entire 600-something years of life.]
. . . I can get down myself!
[And he does, though he hops once and pauses on landing like it'll stop his left leg's screaming from the weight he's put on it.]
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He looks down at the man's hand like it's the most repulsive thing he's ever beheld in his entire 600-something years of life.]
. . . I can get down myself!
[And he does, though he hops once and pauses on landing like it'll stop his left leg's screaming from the weight he's put on it.]
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--Yes, please come along. It never hurts to have another captain's eyes on the paper, after all.
[She'll begin to head toward a door leading into the surrounding building, along with two soldiers, gesturing for Aikawa to come with.
Dio, in the meantime, just gives Sieghart the flattest look in the world, like he is so very tired and this interaction has only just begun.]
So I'm guessing you can definitely walk all the way to the tent by yourself too, right? Let's get going then.
[He'll begin to lead Sieghart off toward the medic tent, though if he looks like he's struggling too hard, he'll reluctantly attempt to help him out.]