[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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For the majority of the conversation, Harry was content in his position as a fly on the wall, hands tucked neatly behind his back as he stood alongside Aziza. Considering the presence of the Lord-Major, and just how engaged his night had been, he half felt the instinct to button up his jacket properly and fall into formation downstairs. But that was a life long behind him, a life he was glad to have long behind him. As dramatic and even military as some of the night had been, he was only there through circumstance, and to ensure Aziza's safety throughout the night. However, as the Lord-Major continued to speak, Harry thought it abundantly clear that his 'duties' as-they-were were far from over, he would have a great deal ahead of him still before 'safety' could really be achieved not just for Aziza, but for himself at this point.

Hearing Aziza speak up, he turned his gaze toward her, shaking his head at her comment. [b][color=686F91]"I don't mind at all, I simply would wish for you to be wherever it is you are going to be most comfortable, and safest of course."[/color][/b] He assured her politely with a smile, watching her closely for a few moments as he noticed the pink tint to her cheeks. He hadn't spotted it before, and wondered now if perhaps she had been wearing more blush than he previously assumed, or had, for some reason or another, applied some while he was gone. The thought quickly left his mind as a result of not caring enough and he turned to Peter then, giving another firm nod. The barracks would be both a welcome haven and a test for the Sergeant's resolve, at the very least he wished he could have brought his type-writer, the experience could've made interesting writing.