... [She stares at him, fang grinding over her lower lip as her own expression turns troubled only briefly before she looks away again. Her next words are chosen carefully and with rare sincerity.]
I suppose that makes two of us then, Equius. [And she moves off the table, suddenly in a terrible mood.]
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I suppose that makes two of us then, Equius. [And she moves off the table, suddenly in a terrible mood.]