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"I would hope not."
She shook her head. "No, no!" Her words seemed rushed. "You asked for the Viltya!" She paused again. "be'undreli meacartun baltindun!"
"You didn't know. It's okay."
"Mom used to think so."
She quickly ran over and wrapped her arms around him. "Olysium dae! Olysium dae!"
"Cause I like cooking."
"At least you're okay.'
Her eyes were wide as beckoned him, hardly able to contain her excitement.
"Thank you. It was nice to make them."
"Well.. At least you do now. The circumstances kinda suck, though."
Tez came in quickly, closing the door behind her. She appeared out of breath. "Rowan! Rowaaaan!"
He sighed, doing the same.
"It's not your fault. Sirens are tricky creatures."
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"I'm okay. I can make myself coffee later."
She nodded. "Jeez. I was not ready for that."
Tez got up quickly, nearly running off.
"That's fair."
"A siren. There's sirens around here. I hate sirens."
Tez quieted for a moment, obviously experiencing many emotions as she flapped her hands. "I gotta go!"
