[ Reaching out, Dorothea carefully and very gently helps him (in her body) to right himself, feeling the strangeness of larger hands and a longer reach. Pulling off the cloak he wears, she holds it up over them both, so that they don't have to worry about stinging rain in their eyes. She still feels barely-contained panic simmering at the back of her mind, but the calm way he speaks in her voice is reassuring. ]
I'm Dorothea Arnault. [ Her jaw works for a moment as she tries to find the right words. It hardly seems important to introduce herself as the diva of the Mittelfrank, or any such thing. She isn't herself--she's him. ] We should go to my cottage. It's not far from here. We can dry off, at least.
[ And it goes without saying that she isn't letting this stranger out of her sight while he's in her body. ]
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I'm Dorothea Arnault. [ Her jaw works for a moment as she tries to find the right words. It hardly seems important to introduce herself as the diva of the Mittelfrank, or any such thing. She isn't herself--she's him. ] We should go to my cottage. It's not far from here. We can dry off, at least.
[ And it goes without saying that she isn't letting this stranger out of her sight while he's in her body. ]