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He’s not wrong - there are at least a handful of things Isla doesn’t know, for better or worse. And while she would privately love to beat the crap out of the pious blowhard, giving Noah a bunch of bruises is low on the priority scale. “If I ever get my fucking shadow cloak back, let’s talk about it again.” Which is to say, table it for now. But definitely not a No. “Outside the Barracks. Dusk. It’ll be fun.” Wagging her eyebrows in a sorry imitation of Amun, the Wraith knows it’ll be fun for her, at least. She almost feels bad about it, but then Neron's grinning and she knows he's a big boy. He can take it. “I’ll leave you to Delilah and the good captain,” she almost croons, turning with an impish grin on her heels and heading for the door of the Atheneum. {Fin} WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here