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The Au’ra had been waiting for some kind of response from the young man,
realizing now upon closer examination and the slight tapering on the
tops of the man’s ears, he would guess the man a Hyur and Elezen mix. He
watched with mixed amusement and horror at the growing red that would
fill the mans face as if poured into the paleness of his features.

He
was grateful that the women had left because they might have laughed at
the poor man’s stunned expression, mouth opening and closing without a
sound and no expression beyond that. What he hadn’t expected though was
for the stranger to keel over, body becoming limp and
unresponsive, “Oi!” he yelled diving in just in time to stop any heads
from slamming onto the pavement.

Easily he lifted the young man,
dressed in… he would guess scholars gear? and glanced over at the
carbuncle that now expressed some concern for it’s master, “Fraid I was
too much for the lad” (*snort snicker*) a corner of his lip quirking up
in amusement, “You mind showing me where this lad lives so I can deliver
him to saftey? Wouldn’t be good to leave him alone with those harpy’s
prowling about.”

Black scaly tail would sway back and forth,
Silvaire keeping a horn and an eye out for any unwelcomed
attention, “Best be out of here soon before someone see’s an opportunity
to exploit.” He would bend down for a brief moment to pick up what he
surmised was the man’s belongings before readying himself to follow the
carbuncle.

Epser merely tilted his head for a moment at Silvaire before bounding
off in the direction of the Goblet. Leading the man carrying his master
down the paths of the housing district from Ul’dah and to the
apartments. Esper sits down, staring up at the tall building a moment
before looking back to Silvaire again. As if saying this was the place.

Stefan
groaned as he began to stir from his faint. Putting a hand up to his
forehead as he tried to remember what happened. Better yet where he was.
Something felt… Odd. Warm. He blinked to focus. His face going beet red
again as he realized he was being carried. By the very person who had
stolen his first kiss.

“Put me down this instance!” Stefan
tried to yell but it came out more as a panicked squeak. If Carbuncles
could be amused, Esper definitely looked amused. He couldn’t remember
the last time he had been carried. Not since he had been a child
probably. It was embarrassing to say the least to find himself in that
predicament now.