[Sometimes he forgets that other people do it too. He's too used to putting hit up himself by default, so he just nods. And then walks, figuring Billy will follow. Bellamy is terrible at small talk without ulterior motive, so he's quiet until they reach one of those little nooks; it's a mostly empty room in one of the sheds, scattered with a few shields and swords.]
My wards are blood magic. You can go first. [He mostly wants to see what Billy does, because he'll still do his own too.]
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My wards are blood magic. You can go first. [He mostly wants to see what Billy does, because he'll still do his own too.]