[Being called charming is fine, even if Archer disagrees with needing help. A hand is fine, though, of one person he'd come to rely on. Caster's hand radiates warmth he can feel through both his own and his partner's gloves. With the colder days coming Archer finds himself gravitating towards the warmth, which usually means a certain Witch.]
Something similar to your staff? [he asks, glancing around.
Archer is well aware of Cú Chulainn being a knight. Not the ideal that he chided Saber for, but a realistic one living in times when death was too often a closest companion.]
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Something similar to your staff? [he asks, glancing around.
Archer is well aware of Cú Chulainn being a knight. Not the ideal that he chided Saber for, but a realistic one living in times when death was too often a closest companion.]