“’m sure…”, Markus replied softly. He’d eat sometime. Probably. Maybe tomorrow. He wouldn’t agree or ask for food at the very least.
He shifted where he stood, gaze on the ground.
“If you say so.” Agnes sighs softly and frowns. She takes his hand gently and leads him out. “There are stairs here. Would you rather walk, or have me carry you?”
She was worried about him. She wanted him to be safe.
“Walk, please.”, Markus replied quietly, holding onto Agnes hand. He needed her help, being blind and all, but he wanted to walk. He felt too disoriented when he was carried and didn’t know the layout yet.
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