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Isabelle raises an eyebrow, as at this point she'd also detected the smell of stale urine coming from his pants. She pulls them down slightly revealing his saturated pull up. "Goodness me, your soaked," She shakes her head as she pulls his pants back up, takes his hand, grabs his luggage, and starts effortlessly leading him down the path. "Honestly, letting you go alone is bad enough, but you aren't even wearing proper protection. Don't worry you'll be getting appropriate care from now on."
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