Quentin:
"That would be nice. Since he's got a bad injury, it's the least we could do." I say, looking around the deck for a rag or something. I know the crew has quite a few cleaning tools around here.
Connor:
"I want to return home as well. In my state right now, I don't think I will be able to captain this ship." I sigh, rubbing my forehead. The stress is now weighing on me. The not knowing about the Templars' next move, or being able to return home quickly. What if they're going there? We are in a tight spot now, and them attacking our home would make sense. But I doubt it. I shove those thoughts away and look back to Asloomse. "I would like it if you would stay with me. Being alone is the last thing I need. It is too quiet alone."


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