[Keep a cool head, Allen Walker! He's a gentleman, goshdarnit, and gentlemen don't...
actually, he hasn't a clue what gentlemen do in this sort of situation. This is a job for a mother to handle, he's sure, if a girl has the luxury, and Lady Morgana's - not. So what can he do? How terrible must this be for her? (He really, really doesn't want to consider it in any detail.)
Groaning, he presses the heel of his palm to his forehead as he departs, not entirely certain where he's going.
...And returns a few minutes later with a pair of drawstring trousers (his) and a... rag. He had not prepared for this occasion.
Grimacing as he valiantly struggles through shame and ingrained Victorian-ishness, he manages:]
Cat? Uhm, I've a few things, but - I don't own anything your size. If you wait here, I could throw your things in the wash? Or fetch something from your room... Or call someone? Whatever is best! I'm sorry...
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actually, he hasn't a clue what gentlemen do in this sort of situation. This is a job for a mother to handle, he's sure, if a girl has the luxury, and Lady Morgana's - not. So what can he do? How terrible must this be for her? (He really, really doesn't want to consider it in any detail.)
Groaning, he presses the heel of his palm to his forehead as he departs, not entirely certain where he's going.
...And returns a few minutes later with a pair of drawstring trousers (his) and a... rag. He had not prepared for this occasion.
Grimacing as he valiantly struggles through shame and ingrained Victorian-ishness, he manages:]
Cat? Uhm, I've a few things, but - I don't own anything your size. If you wait here, I could throw your things in the wash? Or fetch something from your room... Or call someone? Whatever is best! I'm sorry...