Smoothly, though slowly, David rises to his feet. The motions don't feel laborious, just resigned. Looking to Vivian, the Mekhet offers, “If you'd like, I could walk you out.” Unconsciously, David begins the process of rolling up his sleeves. Neat little folds that turn over, under, and up his forearm. Eyes turn from Vivian towards the ascent to the real world and away from the Elysia where time stands still.
“You are right, you know,” David says, turning back to Daeva. “It takes one person. The bravest of us all, maybe.” The Shadow Priscus lets that statement linger as he waits to see if Vivian will take him up on his offer.