[His hand turns over to take Koltira's, and he circles back around so he can lean in, pressing a light kiss to the elf's lips, meeting with the cool, dry sensation he's very familiar with. Gently, he squeezes his hand.]
Hell, I ought'a be thankin' you, coming for me as you did.
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Hell, I ought'a be thankin' you, coming for me as you did.
Downright heroic of you.