The Sweetest Chill
"I must apologize for always...following you around like this."
"Following me around? Egil, you're helping me. I should be the one apologizing to you for being such a burden!"
Egil grimaces. The exact implications are still hazy, but he hardly deserves any apologies here. His nails dig uncomfortably into his palms, wrapped around the wheelchair handles.
But Fiora preempts his concerns. "Look. If you were in my place, I'd be glad to help you out however I could - and I'm not saying you should feel the same, I'm saying it makes me happy that you're around. So...remember that."