"B..but..-"
"I'm not taking anything else as an answer, Loba."
"I w..want to s..stay with y..you..-"
".. I'll be with you, madam.. but you need to lie down.."
"o..okay..-"
".. Come on.. let's get going..-"
"Y..yes sir."
He lifted her up off the bench she was sitting at, (or wherever she was.), and kinda just held her. He didn't want her walking since, he didn't know just how woozy orrrr sick she was.
Lifeline: Is everything okay?
"Im not quite sure myself, Miss Loba says she wasn't feeling well, and said something with her head..-"
