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"Yes. I apologize."
She nodded. "I can tell."
"Uh.. Sure. Be quick."
Sariel frowned. "Do we have to hold hands?"
"The translating. Strange to think about."
She stood up, tilting her head curiously. "I'm gonna talk to dad in the kitchen, Bree. Could you watch Sawyer for me,"
He nodded. "Yeah. See you there."
"It's so weird."
She looked up at him curiously.
"Yeah.. You know me."
"I know. I can't switch back right now. Understand. Ugghh."
"Ugh.. Oh well."
"Well, I can teleport us, but Warner might go on his own."
She laughed warmly. "Understand. Understand."
She hesitated, pulling her hand back. "Here, eat your spaghetti."
The Queen nodded. "You may leave now."
"Oh, no. Don't eat that.."
She grinned. "I expected as much."
"Sawyer," she said warmly, catching his hand.
"Prophetic dreams, you could call them."
