[...He can't help but think what a once-in-a-lifetime experience this is. Chiron, legendary centaur of Greek mythology, grand tutor of the greatest heroes, now offering to just lift him up s if he weighed nothing more than a feather. Hansa isn't starstruck, not really, but he knows that a brush between legends and mortal men is not something to sneeze at. He's merely a neutral Overseer, and Servants are used as the chessboard pieces of stupid mages who don't know better, so it wasn't like encounters between him and Servants would be that common. He'd be dealing more with the Masters than anyone else. But here, and now, outside of a war, with no Masters in sight...]
[Well, maybe its a bit childish to think, but...its kind of magical, isn't it?]
[He places his hand in Chiron's, grasping it firmly. Chiron should be able to detect that the firmness seems...overt, like grasping the hand of a doll instead of flesh and blood.]
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[Well, maybe its a bit childish to think, but...its kind of magical, isn't it?]
[He places his hand in Chiron's, grasping it firmly. Chiron should be able to detect that the firmness seems...overt, like grasping the hand of a doll instead of flesh and blood.]
Like so?