Wesley had grown accustomed to certain occurrences upon the Island, though he was utterly at a blank when it came to explaining them. For instance, such a moment when he came nearly face-to-face with a woman who appeared quite out of sorts. He hadn't the foggiest where she was a moment before, merely that here she was now.
It confounded him and he did hate to be confounded. "Ma'am?" Wesley offered quietly. "Are you all right?"
"A man will be born and his mere existence will divide the years," Wesley was all too happy to promise as he led the woman down the corridors. "Ah, here we are. The office of the Council. You can proceed to pester their ears off."
"You would do well to remember your place. To stop speaking such madness." None of this made any sense. She focused on her annoyance and her anger. She had little else that made sense right now.
"My place, lady, is right where yours is," Wesley was all-too-happy to remind her with a polite and prudent smile. "If you do need help, they can help it. If you would like to believe me in that I can help you, I will."
After all, they were supposed to help the helpless.
Wesley gestured and gave the woman a half-bow as he delivered her to exactly where she wanted to be. Lord, but he would have a story to tell later on that day.
It confounded him and he did hate to be confounded. "Ma'am?" Wesley offered quietly. "Are you all right?"
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After all, they were supposed to help the helpless.
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