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She nodded, crossing her arms. "And things went wrong?"
The figure turned to Fleur and tilted her head. When she spoke, her voice was gravely and hoarse, bone chilling and dry. "Name...?" Ferris...
She looked up at him brightly, her eyes soft. "I love you, Cy."
“What were you doing?”
“Follow my lead,” he told her quietly before approaching the boat. “Priya! How’s my favorite sailor?” The person in the boat looked up, saying...
She looked up at him, holding his hands. “Just like old times.”
She tilted her head. "Will you be honest with me?" she asked after a moment. "I know you don't owe me anything. But I think that this whole...
He squinted before turning his attention to the water. As they walked, he eventually pointed. "There." A figure in a cloak sat in a small boat,...
"It's nice, right?" she asked agreeably, looking up at him. *** (Zoop?)
She squinted, following him. "You're limping."
He laughed slightly, shaking his head. "You're not going to like it, Fleur. If you didn't like the Night Market, you're really not going to like...
"Uh... shallots, I think." * * * He huffed, beginning to assemble the sandwiches.
"It was," she replied with a raised eyebrow. "It's been a long night."
"It's just down the river," he replied, looking over at her.
She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. "Hopefully." * ** "Do you?"
She looked confused, tilting her head. "I was asleep," she replied. "Then you left with a gun."
He got to the canals and walked along the wall, looking around for a moment. "I have a sailor who might be willing to help us get to Faebril,"...
She came over to his side, slipping an arm around his waist. "I want to start a garden." * * * "That's your perspective."
She gave him a tight smile, crossing her arms. "Did you get shot, then?"
He frowned, looking over at her. "Well... get ready for an education, then."
