[He's slow, how could he not be, but he moves forward. Bunching up the scarf in the process, to try and keep Sefton from bolting (whether he would or not wasn't the point, the point was prevention), and putting his other arm around Sefton, bracing as well as he can for whatever comes next. Slow didn't mean he was hesitating, though, or that he was going to do anything less than firm.]
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