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He raised an eyebrow. "..In their bedroom?"
She pulled her knees to her chest. "I don't think I even managed to help."
He folded his hands together as they started toward the upper city. "And how do you propose we get to it?"
"My foot slipped and disturbed the water and I just made everything worse," she said quietly, pressing a hand to her head. "I just don't make good...
He nodded slightly, starting out and back into the street. "You said it was under a bed?"
"I'm angry with myself," she said quietly, "and I'm angry about what happened. And how it's unfair."
He shook his head with a sigh, looking over at her. "What's our next plan?"
Her grip loosened on the tools and her shoulders sagged a little as she gave him them, letting him do it.
He huffed, putting the rest of his laundry in and standing up, crossing his arms. "I don't."
Cal went silent, glaring as she tried to start the fire.
He looked up at her and squinted, his voice flat as he spoke. "What."
Cal looked up sharply. "That isn't what I said. Let's just drop it. I just want to get set up."
He frowned, moving to do his own laundry. "What do you mean?"
Cal looked down again. "I'm sure we'll get there eventually."
"Preferences aren't as one track as you suspect," he told her simply.
Cal looked up, maybe a little curious. "I wonder if it comes naturally."
"You have it," he said incredulously, "just because I had concubines doesn't mean I only liked they looked specifically."
She was quiet, smoothing out her things before starting the fire.
He approached her, his head tilting curiously. "Well, no, you're not like them, Juniper. You're different from them. But that doesn't mean you...
She turned back into the pass going deep enough away from the outside before setting up the fire area and her bedding.
