He sighed, one of his hands running through her hair gently as he looked down at her. "She's gone now, Rory. I promise."
He looked down at her in surprise, tilting his head. “She’ll be exiled by tomorrow. Please don’t worry.”
She looked up at him, her expression resolute aside from the dlight weariness that accompanied it as she shook her head.
She frowned, seeming uncertain. She looked up at him, observing his features. She relaxed slightly, keeping near him. "I don't.. want that."
He sighed, slowly brushing his fingers through her hair. "What would you recommend, then? We can't let her go unpunished."
She sighed, a frown on her face. "Don't exile her. Not the plaguelands, at least. That's a death sentence."
He considered her with a frown before something changed in his face. "I know. I'll have her take Jaz's jobs," he mused. "Lucy's been asking me to change it for him lately."