[ He moves forward, resting his hand on her shoulder in reassurance. ]
Nothing will go wrong. We've been in worse scraps than this.
[ famous last words, perhaps, but he says them with the same sort of foolhardy confidence he attacks everything with. Better to go in with a sense of bravado than shuffle in with his tail between his legs. ]
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[ He moves forward, resting his hand on her shoulder in reassurance. ]
Nothing will go wrong. We've been in worse scraps than this.
[ famous last words, perhaps, but he says them with the same sort of foolhardy confidence he attacks everything with. Better to go in with a sense of bravado than shuffle in with his tail between his legs. ]