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Stumbling backward Rai concentrated his efforts on maintaining an upright position; he felt the ache of fatigue clinging to his joints and muscles like a stodgy residue hindering his movement. He knew that if he fell he'd loose the battle; he doubted his body would allow the further abuse of righting itself once it found such a restful horizontal position. He felt a swift surge of relief as his groping hand found aid in the form of a solid wall to his left, for a few moments he fell against the cool stinging texture of the plaster and waited for his heart to stop beating quite so aggressively against his ribcage. He became vaguely aware that something strange was happening; a voice of concern was calling out to him. Not the kind of voiced laced with the scepticism or sarcasm that he was used to, but someone genuinely inquiring after his welfare. It was with difficulty his brain sought for the correct response;

"Err…" his voice unused for so long grated against his dry throat "S'fine don't worry… I'm fine…" he paused as this lie resonated in the ensuing silence and regarded the youngster in the scarf "Sorry; your stuff, I'll help"

He bent down reaching for a piece of auburn material. This was getting ridiculous, the exhaustion felt like drunkenness, his mind was clasping at straws as it tried begrudgingly to grasp the reality bombarding his senses. Quite suddenly he felt himself unbalance and he slid into a sitting position, legs locked stubbornly straight out in front of him; he cast one humiliated eye up toward the stranger and muttered "ahem…don't suppose you could give me a hand? Firstly do you know of the Hakumei family? And secondly… could you help me up?

As he was pulled haphazardly to his feet Rai was hit by a flurry of information. He watched the little figure picking up scattered items finding it increasingly difficult to hide his overwhelming sentiment. The emotions themselves were hard to discern from each other as he found it hard to tell whether he was more grateful to hear his search was nearly at an end or to discover someone whose eyes didn't constantly question his haggard appearance and who seemed to treat him with an equal regard as anyone he's ever met. How easily a bad day can be made right. Nevertheless he doubted after his little episode that he was able to make the journey across the town. He'd have to wait a while longer, 'and besides' he thought to himself 'I could hardly ask this little chap to take such a journey when so obviously pre-occupied with other business'

"I'm family…" he stuttered and mentally cursed his inability to communicate properly in coherent sentences "distantly related…we've never met…but…" he didn't want to burden anyone with his life story so he cut his words short. "I won't ask you to take me there now, but if it's not to much trouble could you give me some directions?"