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"Will do," he said, turning to his work.
"It can't just be one word," she decided. "More like a bunch put together. Amazing, fantastic, lovely, gorgeous, ethereal. You know, that stuff."
"Hmm," Call murmured. "I suppose that's because of the bombings?"
"I see," he said. "Hopefully it works on me, too."
"Beautiful isn't a word that could begin to describe it," she said, watching the sky intently.
"Long way from Reivyn," Miles commented. "Have you lived there long?"
"Are you not sure?" he asked, looking over at her.
She sat up, almost like she was wide awake. "Good!"
Cal gave a sort of smile, but not much else. "That's good, I suppose. Was the drive well?"
"Thanks," he said, inspecting the jar. "I appreciate it."
She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Hmm?"
Miles turned his head, looking her up and down. "Have you?" he asked, while Francis sat down. "Hm."
"Oh. Thanks," he said. "Do I just put it on the bruise?"
(Yep)
He put his hand on her back as Cal was about to speak, but Francis cut in. "Good morning. It's nice to see you, dad. You too, Miles." Cal just...
"Science, English, stuff like that."
(Yes)
"Yeah," he said, turning to walk into the dining room, where Miles and Cal would be sitting. Cal looked to be around the same age as Elizabeth,...
"I am now. I suppose it depends on the project."
She stayed awake for a bit longer, but gradually drifted off.
