[ Joshua offers another smile, a little brighter at his insistence at using his name instead, rather than title.
Showing respect to Dion's position as prince by only ever calling him by his title has only ever come naturally to him, it never felt awkward, but simply correct. Even after nearly eighteen years (or maybe thirteen is more appropriate, seeing how he was in a coma for five years), the etiquette that he was born and raised into as heir to the ducal throne has never left him, it's practically been burned into him.
So this brings a sense of... casualness and closeness he isn't used to outside of Clive and Jill... but, it's one he happily welcomes with Dion.
But then he blinks as the oar slips from his grasp and into Dion's. He wants to protest, to say that Dion's still far too injured to be exerting any more of his strength, because even though Joshua just healed him, it was only just. Most certainly not enough for him to be rowing some more when that's what put him in this situation in the first place.
But ultimately decides not to, knowing that he's right, and that a burden shared would be a burden halved, especially when they're both exhausted as they are. And perhaps they could make it back to Tarja without looking like one (or both) of them were dying.
So after a moment, he breathes out a small breath, a chuckle, his shoulders and head bowing a little bit, then he nods as he looks back at him. ]
Together, then. [ He thinks for a brief moment, then scoots over on his bench towards the side he still has his oar on. ] Perhaps you should sit here. That it might be easier for us both.
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Date: 2023-11-18 02:16 pm (UTC)Showing respect to Dion's position as prince by only ever calling him by his title has only ever come naturally to him, it never felt awkward, but simply correct. Even after nearly eighteen years (or maybe thirteen is more appropriate, seeing how he was in a coma for five years), the etiquette that he was born and raised into as heir to the ducal throne has never left him, it's practically been burned into him.
So this brings a sense of... casualness and closeness he isn't used to outside of Clive and Jill... but, it's one he happily welcomes with Dion.
But then he blinks as the oar slips from his grasp and into Dion's. He wants to protest, to say that Dion's still far too injured to be exerting any more of his strength, because even though Joshua just healed him, it was only just. Most certainly not enough for him to be rowing some more when that's what put him in this situation in the first place.
But ultimately decides not to, knowing that he's right, and that a burden shared would be a burden halved, especially when they're both exhausted as they are. And perhaps they could make it back to Tarja without looking like one (or both) of them were dying.
So after a moment, he breathes out a small breath, a chuckle, his shoulders and head bowing a little bit, then he nods as he looks back at him. ]
Together, then. [ He thinks for a brief moment, then scoots over on his bench towards the side he still has his oar on. ] Perhaps you should sit here. That it might be easier for us both.