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Bastien’s comment takes her by surprise for a moment, while she digests what he’s just said, something rises in her and that, too, is unexpected. Laughter. Not a full on guffaw by any means, but a chuckle as she looks at him. “That’s what you take from this whole discussion? A slip up on what I’ve called them while stressing the fuck out over potential life and death situations? For fuck’s sake, Bastien, it’s not meant as disrespect, I never would have said that intentionally.” Not only had Wessex had that conversation with Osozo, but she seriously doubts the demigod would have been upset about it, given the circumstances. Given the mention of Azrael, she imagines he’s more afraid that the Wraith will slip up with Az, too. Yes, that must be what the real concern is. “I’ll try to do better, but cut me some godsdamn slack.” They are, after all, the first non male or female identifying person she’s met. No one’s perfect, but lately it felt like she has to be twice as good to be given half the amount of respect. “Maybe Sam or Edwyn can go look for them.” With nothing else popping up, Wessex stands and smiles grimly. “Alright then. Let me know if any other concerns pop up. Thanks.” Meeting adjourned. {Fin} WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here