[ Ellis takes Childe's hand without hesitation and musters the strength to stand. He nods again to the question and brushes the sand off his clothes... or at least the stuff he can get off anyway. He finds a stick nearby and picks it up to write (neatly) on the sand around the holes: ]
You're so strong.
[ He even draws a sparkle at the end of the sentence. ]
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You're so strong.
[ He even draws a sparkle at the end of the sentence. ]