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He's been at the last fort on the Mendevian side of the border for a day and a half when one of the local soldiers finds him. "Ser, um, Aemine?" He salutes a bit tentatively. "That, uh, Chelish patrol with the cleric is on its way in, did you want to-" His expression makes it clear he's not sure why he'd want to do anything with the Chelish troops if he wasn't ordered to.
Paladin Marc and Osirian Connie on a road trip
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demand-curve
"Indeed, I think the world should look very different if there were!"
She's as personable as ever as they continue on, but it's increasingly obvious she's flagging sooner than others would, even another wizard- shorter answers, longer pauses before a subject change, starting to slump a bit in her saddle.
back-to-your-hand
Worrying. Not very much so, he's known people who manage patrols fine despite ending them this exhausted, but only a few of them, and it might be something different.
He stops distracting her for a while, in case that helps her conserve her strength for the ride, but it doesn't seem to.
"Are you feeling all right? Should we stop and eat something?"
back-to-your-hand
"You're not falling asleep, or having trouble feeling your hands," no, she got an Endure, that shouldn't be it, "or dizzy, or anything like that?" And does she look like she's having trouble thinking about the question? Although she sometimes does that anyway.
(Probably she's just the normal amount of tired and would rather he not draw attention to it. But it doesn't cost much to make sure, and he's responsible for the three of them.)
demand-curve
She looks, if anything, embarrassed and faintly defensive; she straightens in her saddle a bit and tries for a smile. "Oh. No, nothing such, this is as usual for me. 'M something a wimp as wizards are."