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"Sawyer almost got his fingers chopped off," she said easily.
"I just don't know if it's worth it."
She sighed, standing up. "Sarchiel?" she asked gently.
"We do. Just in case anyone's listening."
“I would prefer that you didn’t wear anything,” he said with a sigh. “No matter.”
"Yeah! We gotta see sword fights and cannons!"
"I suppose, but they'll notice if we're digging too often. This project will take years."
She tilted her head, leaning against the wall, considering him thoughtfully.
"Good."
"I mean, I don't see why you have to wear it."
He kissed her temple before looking down at the babies. "Hello!" "Papa!" Aubrey exclaimed. "We got to get on the ship! "Did you?"
"Yeah. We'd have to figure out how to not make it obvious, though."
She went through easily.
"That's not true," she said immediately. "I feel badly."
"I suppose."
A small smile crossed her lips. "Hey, Jack. How are you?" "I'm alright," he said. "Can't complain."
He stared at her. “That’s a really good idea.”
“They don’t even register on the scale.”
"I see."
She watched Avice, unblinking, as Jack came around the corner. "Nat!"
