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"She's nice. She'd be happy to help, I'm sure."
He patted her head with a laugh. "What are you doing?"
"I think I should apologize on my own, but I'll try to be quick about it."
"Blaise has it mapped out if you ever need any help."
"Aye," he replied. "Got me gold implants and that'll have teh do fer now."
"I.. Yeah.. I've been thinking about him. He would be good to ask, but I need to apologize first. I'm going to look for him tomorrow."
"The camp should be this way," he said. "We're close."
(Zoop or??)
He couldn't help but laugh, his shoulders shaking with the action."
She paused, frowning as she thought about it. "I have no idea.."
"Well.. No, not yet. And maybe a slightly different place. We'll see."
"I love you," she murmured, closing her eyes to sleep again.
"1870s," he decided, laughing slightly.
"It's more of a process. There's the proposal and wedding, also that part isn't necessary. There's also some legal stuff, I think. I'm not really...
"I'd be happy to help. While the extra company isn't bad, it's better to be home."
She nodded, shifting closer comfortably. "Mm.. Sleep, okay?"
"England. A sailor."
She laughed warmly. "Not quite. I appreciate it, though."
"I'd like that. It seems very nice."
She shifted, her eyes fluttering open sleepily. "Ky..?"
