He watches her nervous rambling for a moment, and attempts cut her off and get her attention focused.
"...making the wind blow a little harder..."
"Miss Primrose."
"...what if I hurt you?"
"Miss Primrose?"
"...tumorous, or infected..."
"Miss Primrose!"
"...if I am up to this."
He lets out an exasperated sigh and then draws in a quick breath and lets out a curt ear splitting whistle that rings out through the camp and echoes off the heavy stone wall of Ul'dah behind them drawing looks from the refugees around them. "Miss Primrose!"
He then waits to see if he has her full and undivided attention.
Once he does, he motions to his arm, "Inaction could lose someone their arm, or their life Miss Primrose, I find practical experience te be th' best teacher. I'd expected ye'd have figured tha' out by now. If'n ye like I'll teach ye a technique tha' will help ye."
"...making the wind blow a little harder..."
"Miss Primrose."
"...what if I hurt you?"
"Miss Primrose?"
"...tumorous, or infected..."
"Miss Primrose!"
"...if I am up to this."
He lets out an exasperated sigh and then draws in a quick breath and lets out a curt ear splitting whistle that rings out through the camp and echoes off the heavy stone wall of Ul'dah behind them drawing looks from the refugees around them. "Miss Primrose!"
He then waits to see if he has her full and undivided attention.
Once he does, he motions to his arm, "Inaction could lose someone their arm, or their life Miss Primrose, I find practical experience te be th' best teacher. I'd expected ye'd have figured tha' out by now. If'n ye like I'll teach ye a technique tha' will help ye."
