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Cal woke at the cough, sitting up quickly as her ears perked. "Ben?"
He looked surprised, glancing at her hand. "It might be a bit of a detour.. I'm not sure if my sword is even close to Saimore."
Calliope was still asleep, leaning against the bars on the opposite side.
He frowned slightly, rubbing her back. "Maybe.. Maybe we'll find Oblivion soon. Then we can try to figure out where they're getting their supply."
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He frowned, looking a little disappointed at her. "It's not hard to assume. During my reign black markets were strictly forbidden. I didn't...
She closed her eyes, the hands disappearing as she slowly began to drift off.
He looked back with a frown. "My dad used to warn me if I was bad he'd sell my ears to the black market."
She slowly sat down, leaning against the bars as she controlled the claw, her gaze tired. It continued gently stroke his hair.
He looked down at her gently, his brows furrowed. "I'm sorry."
She got up and looked into the cell, observing him anxiously before summoning a claw, using it to brush his hair back gently from a distance.
He nodded, offering his arm again as the passed through the end of the black market.
She looked nervous. "I'll... I'll keep an eye out if he wakes up. Thank you."
He hesitated, resting his hand on her back gently. "I was worried they would have stuff like that there.."
She looked up at them as they left. "Is.. Will he be okay?"
He looked down at her with a small frown. "The same place they got their meat and likely some of their hearthstones. They killed for it. Or took...
She looked anxious, her brows furrowed slightly as she waited. She tugged her hair instinctively, feeling panicked.
He shook his head. "I'd prefer you keep it.."
Cal waited outside the cell, sitting against the wall with her knees to her chest.
"It's okay, June. I couldn't expect you to give up something of yours."
