Dolphus’ head snapped like a whip to face Alexis. The suggestion seemed natural, but it specifically targeted Nico as being the individual she wanted present. Unless she also wanted me and did not need to request my proceeding into the boat due to me already being here? Wait, maybe she needs him to row the boat back and forth. It’s not like I have two arms myself-
Oh. Okay.
Dolphus noticed the melancholy of the burly, possibly uncleanly man now sitting opposite him. Having Nico be the only one to row would be impossible with how far apart the oars were, and Mr. Rook Andreas seems like he’d do a much better job cutting the oars than moving them.
I need to help. Dolphus began to rise- what was he doing? This was the work of a servant, not of a Gorov; his father would be scolding him for even considering the notion. And yet she would need the help. He had to help. He had to.
And then he stopped, looked down, and saw the cape by his side. Nico would be rowing with two arms; he would need to slow considerably to have Dolphus keep up. No, Nico and the other one, Mako, they were the only ones equipped well enough to handle the blunt labor.
Dolphus slowly returned to his seat at the front of the boat, his face clearly displaying his dejection. He couldn’t help her now. Already his impairment had made him fail her, and they weren’t even on board.