[ He gathers his courage and she straightens her back, pressing into his side when he weaves his hand into hers. He isn't alone in this, he isn't alone here -- and she is not alone either, and beyond grateful for it. ]
Dear, let's not jinx it.
[ There is a pang at the mention of Grog. Earning a small half-smile in return. ]
Or Pike. Smashing undead with her mace. They wouldn't stand a chance.
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Dear, let's not jinx it.
[ There is a pang at the mention of Grog. Earning a small half-smile in return. ]
Or Pike. Smashing undead with her mace. They wouldn't stand a chance.