[She can't exactly begrudge him is clothing choice; she has one dress she's been trying to keep clean. Morgana looks up when he comes out of his room. She doesn't bother trying to smile, it wouldn't go well. But she does nod, and pauses until she can fall into step with his chair. Although a moment later, she asks - still thinking, because it's so much easier than to speak:]
I could push you.
[It seemed tiring, to constantly push himself along like that, and maybe it was a little easier, to be just out of sight.]
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I could push you.
[It seemed tiring, to constantly push himself along like that, and maybe it was a little easier, to be just out of sight.]