[Gai prickles a bit at being touched and led around, but it says something that he's too tired and feeling too ill to even protest the action. He feels secure enough knowing that he's got a knife on his belt just in case-- old habits are hard to break, even if he's not sure he's got the coordination to do much with it at this point.
Either way, he'll just sit there quietly, occasionally wiping sweat from his forehead while he waits.]
[Action, June 25th]
Either way, he'll just sit there quietly, occasionally wiping sweat from his forehead while he waits.]