[... Right. He certainly should. He should probably toss these clothes entirely, and get new ones, because... they'll always have Sara's blood on them in one way or another.
Noct will be fine, he thinks. With Sara's sword at his side, and with determination... he'll be fine.
That's enough for Barnham.
He draws in a slow breath, straightens his posture and squares his shoulders, and nods to Noct.]
Indeed. I believe I shall do that.
Until then, Young Noctis.
[He's off, turning on his heel and walking away with certain, determined strides.
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Noct will be fine, he thinks. With Sara's sword at his side, and with determination... he'll be fine.
That's enough for Barnham.
He draws in a slow breath, straightens his posture and squares his shoulders, and nods to Noct.]
Indeed. I believe I shall do that.
Until then, Young Noctis.
[He's off, turning on his heel and walking away with certain, determined strides.
For now--he'll be okay.]