Amun narrowed his eyes at Maea. Shaking his head, he gave her a squeeze where his arm wrapped around her, careful not to touch her injured side. "First of all, you haven't messed up everything you touched. Second, making mistakes is just life. You can agonize over it, or accept that you are not, will not, and should be perfect, and learn to live with that." He snorted.
Steering her towards the exit, he rolled his eyes. "In this particular case, your flattery is unnecessary." He shrugged his shoulder on the side not touching her. "I haven't done a single overwhelming act of service to deserve it like Wessex did. And the final battle is so close that I imagine the Voice is saving her strength."
Steering her towards the exit, he rolled his eyes. "In this particular case, your flattery is unnecessary." He shrugged his shoulder on the side not touching her. "I haven't done a single overwhelming act of service to deserve it like Wessex did. And the final battle is so close that I imagine the Voice is saving her strength."
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