[ Times like these he wishes Fiore were here. He could just order her to follow Lucrezia around at all times when Joshua isn't available. Her hands would be more than capable for any requirement.

But there's that other one. ]

Your manservant. Micheletto? He seems capable for a plain human. And you have your journal...

[ Joshua's hands fall from her waist, but he catches her hand in his at the last minute, pulling the young woman to his side before he kneels to pick up the fallen bags and continue along his way. ]

Maybe I should get you a phone, for when I'm not looking at my journal.