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Cal looked up, her brow furrowed. She looked over at the door anxiously before nudging Ben lightly.
He approached her, his head tilted curiously.
She seemed surprised, but didn't complain, eventually going to sleep as well.
(Yoop!) Zerras waited for her. He had exchanged some of his own belongings, getting a considerable amount of money for it.
She closed her eyes as well, her head against his chest.
He started toward the treasury, using the scythe.
She nodded, hugging him. "I'm sure."
"Yeah. 15 minutes is good," he said easily.
She watched him. "It.. It can wait."
He nodded. "Should we meet up here again?"
She brightened, scooting closer to him.
He did, glancing back before turning ahead again.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I did grasp the point."
He squinted. "Right. Have a nice day."
She squinted. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not a fan of criminals," he said, sliding the bag toward them. "That's all."
She waved it off. "I got the message."
"No," he said, bagging their food. "I have no reason to go somewhere like Saimore."
She reached up, resting her hands on the sides of his face. "You're really good, Ben."
He squinted, taking a drag of the cigarette. "You one of those Saimore freaks?"
