[ He looks at Blade for a long, long moment, bewilderment clear on his face. His eyes are wide, his lips are parted slightly, and his ears are flat against his head. ]
I...
[ G'raha's hand rubs along his forearm. A nervous habit. ]
You think too highly of me. I should rightfully caution you to temper your expectations of me.
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I...
[ G'raha's hand rubs along his forearm. A nervous habit. ]
You think too highly of me. I should rightfully caution you to temper your expectations of me.