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"I'm on your side, Aspen. Where you go, I'll follow. Don't fret. We'll try again next year."
He went into a deep, silly voice. "Garummsss."
She leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth quickly. "You're a genius. Let's do it."
"Why are you sorry?" he asked, sounding gentle. "It wasn't your choice."
"Nummy nummy nums."
"God. That's a great idea."
They flew for hours before finally she would see Icarus on the horizon.
"I will consider it. Eat your oatmeal."
"Deciding whether or not to wake him up."
Mo looked back at her with a frown, but continued his work.
"Are you sure you do?"
She squinted at him for a moment. "I need help."
The heavy lid shut above her and Mo was muttering to himself. "Alright. Buckle in."
"Try is the operative term here."
"Does he even eat?"
He raised one eyebrow. "Well?"
"Hmph. I will try to forgive you."
"Should we wake up Sariel?" she mused, looking down at the sleeping angel.
The pod was where she had left it. Mo scuttled in first, familiarizing himself with the controls once again, and Eli looked at her with resignation.
"Doesn't matter."
