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"It does now!"
She pursed her lips. "Fine."
"Precisely."
"After!"
"I know. Thank you for the help." She started off again, looking for Vincent's Row.
"You are rude! And I am not senile anymore!"
"I will take an oath!"
"Oh, good. I'll be there."
"I wiiillll!"
"Blonde hair," she replied, gesturing, "violet eyes, and a scar across his nose."
"I'm perfectly fine!"
She was quiet before placing her hands on his shoulders, her expression resolute. "Then I will protect you!"
"Yeah, maybe not. As long as they're not here."
"I will sit on you!"
Tez blinked, looking up. Her eyes cloudy as a defense against the falling snow. "No. Can you help me find Rowan Syvel?"
"Nuh uh. Not anymore."
Her brows furrowed. "Because of poachers?"
"Yeah. It was kinda like it used to be."
"Am not!"
Tez looked around nervously, folding her arms nervously as she continued on. The bottoms of her feet started to hurt more.
