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She looked down at him, one brow raised.
He nodded, his dark hair flopping over his eyes. "I know about all of that, but I can't save your shop at this point anyway, and my family can...
She sighed, resting her forehead in the curve of his neck. "I'm so tired, Sam."
"Except for you, Aspen! You're great. Want more soup?"
She frowned before reaching over and patting Zad's snout once before taking to the air. "Fine. Sariel? Let's try it."
"Run away with me. I know it's sudden, but I could take enough money for us to manage and we could get out of here and we wouldn't have to worry...
"Of course I have. I do this kind of thing and you have to play catchup."
He hesitated before giving her a smile. "We don't really have omens anymore. Everything is consistently not great."
"But can you? What if Sariel falls?"
He was quiet for a long moment, studying her intensely before stepping forward and taking her hand. "Run away with me, then."
Her frown deepened and she was quiet again, her hands cupping his jaw. "...You don't deserve this."
"They used to be bad omens in the old days."
"Why not?"
"She knows that... you and I?"
She frowned, her nose brushing his. "I'm not worth that."
"That's what they're called."
"Zad, can you fly? You can, right?"
He blinked, looking confused and resting his hands gently on her forearms. "What are you talking about?"
She considered him, her hand on his jaw. "Why are you always so good to me...?"
"A crow, then..."
