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how can you rise
if you have not burned?
She sighs at that. ”Yes, well, it seems that it is now my job as well as yours to protect others. We will be running into a lot of danger, I fear.” She wouldn’t have minded a life just running the Kraai, making cider and pouring drinks, yet that was her life when she’d run into danger anyway. Maybe she cannot help flirting with death.She lets him comb through her hair, even if fingers will do little good. Still, she doesn’t mind letting him touch her, not that he needs any particular excuse to do so. She’d simply let him so long as it was appropriate (you know, so maybe not in the middle of a cabinet meeting).
”I rather like your brother, honestly. In some other universe where all this didn’t happen, I imagine we became friends. I am sorry that may not happen now. Though I do not think it will be a hard conversation with him.” No, she honestly expected Neron to be reasonable. He’d handed over his title reasonably, so why not continue in that vein?
At the mention of things she should do, she nods, very aware. She grabs the bottle of whiskey and downs a bit more. ”That is the best you are getting when it comes to food.” Though she may feel no remorse for burning cultists alive, she cannot say she has an appetite either. ”As for the bath and the sleeping, are you joining me?” There’s no expectation in that, or even really desire. Rather, she’d rather just be with him, and besides, he needed both as well.
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