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[Not Fayyaad]

The bearded half-elf tries to get up, but groans and sinks back to the ground instead in defeat. Fantastic. He reaches out with his left hand.

"I might find myself in a more forgiving mood if ya help me get up. My right leg's not what it was. Even when people don't barrel into me.
[Not Fayyaad]

"Right, riiiight...." Braon's blushing goes down a little as she extends a hand to help him up, still holding her cup of eggnog... which had, in the process of all of this, been spilled all over the ground, though thankfully not on Michalson. All that's left in it now are some pitifully small dregs, clinging to the inner rim at the bottom of the cup.

Realizing this, Braon switches the cup over to her right hand and offers again, staring at her drink disappointedly.