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“We should go back down to Zad.”
“Will you come back?”
“Flimsy. I get hurt easily and I can’t let it go.” She looked self conscious, looking down at the ground and rubbing her shoulder as she sat on...
“Rabbits, deer, birds... you know.”
“Above and beyond.”
“Even from the shop?”
“I know you can’t, but... it’s not worth it. I’m too flimsy.”
"Of course I do."
"I don't think that's accurate."
Tuck was standing there, looking over his shoulder. "Hi."
She frowned, looking over her shoulder at him before closing the drawer with her hip. "Sam..."
"I know."
"But you know that you're average?"
There came another knock on the door.
She frowned, folding a pair of trousers over her arm and smoothing it with her hand. "You shouldn't say that," she said after a moment, turning...
"You don't even know what animals to say you'd meet."
"What would qualify as a good flier?"
(yoop)
She frowned, folding up some laundry uncertainly. "You should get some sleep... I'm fine, you don't have to worry."
"Besides from meet deer. It's not like you have a lot of options."
