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“No,” Wessex answer, almost confused by the question. Why would bats be dangerous? Of course the Hallowed Grounds had never seen a summoner as strong as the Launceleyn lad. You know why? Because all the animals were self-contained and all they had to do was track them. Eventually they’d find something, if it was out there. They didn’t rely on magic; they had normal skills. Wessex stands when Loren extends the ’any time’ invite and wonders if he’ll regret saying that laer. The Queen might take him up on that, and her most convenient time is not necessarily his most convenient time. Try as she might to be conscientious of the difference in their waking hours, when shit has to get done, it has to get done. With nothing left to talk about, and Edy’s glass missing, “Thank you, I’d appreciate it,” she is about to exit the room when Loren throws in an unexpected question. And look, it’s not that they don’t know each other well enough to be asking such personal questions, or even that she has the general opinion that who she’s sleeping with isn’t anyone else’s business. She might have told him, if it got her gift back, but he just can’t seem to be comfortable asking. It doesn’t matter who said what to whom, who saw what, or heard what. The Wraith turns around slowly to eventually reveal a pitying expression. “Ask again when you aren’t going to be embarrassed if the answer’s yes.”     + WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here