[Cyril was never one to turn down an adventure either, even more so if he could help out others. Going along with Jack seemed right to him, and it wasn't just because Jack was goregous - though that certainly didn't hurt at all.
He checks that his own mask is in place and that the mist isn't messing with his artificial arm. He still isn't used to the shiny metal limb and hasn't quite gotten comfortable with the idea that it won't rust or end up damaged by a spot of bad weather.
When it seems to be working just fine he grabs his own bag and follows Jack.]
True, but at least the company's nice.
[Flirting is always the best way for the elf to handle his nerves.]
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He checks that his own mask is in place and that the mist isn't messing with his artificial arm. He still isn't used to the shiny metal limb and hasn't quite gotten comfortable with the idea that it won't rust or end up damaged by a spot of bad weather.
When it seems to be working just fine he grabs his own bag and follows Jack.]
True, but at least the company's nice.
[Flirting is always the best way for the elf to handle his nerves.]