*Nathaniel*
“You know, I can do this myself," says Claire, folding her arms across her chest and giving me a partially disapproving stare. “You don't have to go testing beams and literally rock the boat just to make sure I'm okay. I can take care of myself."
“Certainly," I reply. “Though, it is the choice that matters. At the very least, it demonstrates chivalry isn't dead, and all thanks to a centuries-old vampire. Now, try not to jostle too much." I don't need to look over my shoulder to know she wrinkled her nose and made a face at me in rebellion.
I take a moment and test the beams under my feet before holding out my hand for Claire. I know she is capable of balancing on her own, but the gesture is meant to assist if she needs it.
“Is this how you've always been?" asks Claire, ar
