[ GUIDE ]: in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back ( From Mordred to G'raha?)
Perhaps...he should have stayed cooped up in the Baldesion Annex a little while longer. G'raha was no shut-in, though, and he did need to leave every now and then, if he wasn't prompted by being smacked with a rolled-up document by Krile. He wasn't feeling hungry, so he didn't need to head by the Last Stand, but the Noumenon seemed appropriate, as he did need to fetch a book for a commission's research.
Now, while he may not be as famous as Alphinaud, there were no small amount of Hannish people remaining on the island to pursue an education-all it took was for one of those people to be someone he'd saved that dreadful day in Radz-at-Han to recognize him, and all of a sudden, countless people both Sharlayan native and immigrants were surrounding the poor miqo'te.
"Ah, please, one person at a time-I can't answer all of your questions about me if I have no room to breathe!" G'raha attempted to protest to the crowding, but it was of no use when the crowd itself was squabbling over when they'd get their turn to speak to him. But then, he hears a familiar voice speaking up over everyone, not able to recognize it at first until he feels a hand lay above his tail, nearly making him yelp.
"Huh-Mordred?" The redheaded seeker turned to face the stranger, only to find the Warrior of Light oh so conveniently here, and suddenly all the attentions were off of him. But it looked like Mordred had no patience for the spotlight shining on him, as with his height being more than most of the people surrounding them, he was easily able to navigate a way out.
"By the Twelve, Mordred...you nearly frightened me doing that." He was a bit breathless from practically clinging to the viera as they escaped, but looks back up at him with a grateful gaze. "...Still, I can't thank you enough for helping me get out of there."