Dairine follows him. What else is she supposed to do? It's not like she knows the area well enough to wander off on her own.
"And what a good job you're doing, bleeding all over the place," she quips, gesturing towards his head wound. Her concern dulls down what could have been very mean jab to light teasing. But Dairine's tone suddenly becomes sincere. "Look Conan, I know you're pretty independent. You're smart and a quick thinker -- I was too at your age, but even the most intelligent people sometimes need someone else to have their back."
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"And what a good job you're doing, bleeding all over the place," she quips, gesturing towards his head wound. Her concern dulls down what could have been very mean jab to light teasing. But Dairine's tone suddenly becomes sincere. "Look Conan, I know you're pretty independent. You're smart and a quick thinker -- I was too at your age, but even the most intelligent people sometimes need someone else to have their back."