[George pauses a moment, watching her, thinking about his life before Calormen, about sneaking out of a party with a girl to play in the ocean. He looks back toward the castle briefly, and he makes a decision.
Whatever reason Raziel sent him here, he is a Shadowhunter. Alone and cut off from the Clave maybe, but still a Shadowhunter. He steps forward, decisively, and takes hold of her elbow.]
Something tells me you don't need an escort to wade in the ocean.
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Whatever reason Raziel sent him here, he is a Shadowhunter. Alone and cut off from the Clave maybe, but still a Shadowhunter. He steps forward, decisively, and takes hold of her elbow.]
Something tells me you don't need an escort to wade in the ocean.