[There's a pause, as Guzma's steps seems to slow, and his grip on Lillie seems to sag a little. He still holds her firmly, but there's a very immediate shift in his body that's hard to miss, even if he were trying to hide it better. His muscles tense after a moment as he readjusts the girl in his arms and breathes out a bit, not exactly meeting her eyes when he responds in turn, his pace coming back, but now a bit...fevered. Like he's moving purposely faster with no real direction. Just trying to move.]
...Yeah. It's--uh, i-it's been a while. [He purses his lips, and there's a scowl that begins to form, the...not quite anger, but frustration, beginning to fill the spaces where every other emotion begins to flee.] 'Bout a month...maybe longer.
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...Yeah. It's--uh, i-it's been a while. [He purses his lips, and there's a scowl that begins to form, the...not quite anger, but frustration, beginning to fill the spaces where every other emotion begins to flee.] 'Bout a month...maybe longer.