[Guren catches his breath, himself, eyes traveling over Dextera from where he leans over him. One hand is propping himself up, against the ground, and the other is still held tightly with Dextera's.
He's... way too eager to keep going. He can recognize that, force himself to slow, to stop, if necessary.]
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He's... way too eager to keep going. He can recognize that, force himself to slow, to stop, if necessary.]
Was I too much? [He got kind of into it.]