[Angela's kindness and sense of helpful demeanour is somewhat lost on the man. As a prince, he never had to clean up after himself. Didn't even have to fix himself up nice and proper. (He dressed himself, bathed himself, did all of that, however...) It simply seems to be this line between how different people can absolutely be. Caim's not certain he's noticed it before, or perhaps it simply hasn't seemed as prominent as it is in the current moment. For several moments, he simply watches her stack everything, an expression of bewilderment taking him.
Yet her words bring him back to the reality of the situation. So it's not an escort mission. She simply wants to offer additional help. A part of him recognises that the assistance may be needed. Pride speaks up afterwards and tells him it is best not to get too attached. Or give her the wrong idea. Such as one where he might need the help, because there's just no way to easily admit to that. Another time, perhaps. Not this time.
She's done more than enough and he will have to ponder on that some.]
"I imagine we will find our paths crossing before you know it. Even should we not want them to. I will visit your clinic another time, Lady Angela."
[He doesn't have the courtesy to tell her to be well. A part of him thinks it, but the words won't leave him. It just wouldn't sound like him at all.]
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Yet her words bring him back to the reality of the situation. So it's not an escort mission. She simply wants to offer additional help. A part of him recognises that the assistance may be needed. Pride speaks up afterwards and tells him it is best not to get too attached. Or give her the wrong idea. Such as one where he might need the help, because there's just no way to easily admit to that. Another time, perhaps. Not this time.
She's done more than enough and he will have to ponder on that some.]
"I imagine we will find our paths crossing before you know it. Even should we not want them to. I will visit your clinic another time, Lady Angela."
[He doesn't have the courtesy to tell her to be well. A part of him thinks it, but the words won't leave him. It just wouldn't sound like him at all.]