That seems recalcitrant, (Lucretia calls, but hurriedly falls into step beside him all the same, casting a nervous little look over her shoulder at the monsters. Thankfully, they don't appear to be following.)
Sorry– what? (None of this makes any sense! Her brain feels like it's working overtime to try and understand.)
no subject
Sorry– what? (None of this makes any sense! Her brain feels like it's working overtime to try and understand.)
I'm, um. I mean, we just left Tesseralia.