[ Tomorrow still comes. This time, the reminder of his alignment didn't quite earn the same haunted look from Clea. She was still guarded, of course, and there was a tension threaded through her shoulders, but Gustave seemed relatively harmless. He didn't know, after all. He couldn't possibly.
She was a lot more enthusiastic about taking that next shot, though. Anything to forget. ] You have a unique way of perceiving things, [ Clea said, and that teasing was back in her dry tone. She quirked an eyebrow at his assessment of the salt, struggling, one again, not to laugh. ] Oh, isn't it?
[ This time, she offered him one of the glasses. ] I'm Clea. [ Hopefully, this alliance might ensure he didn't come to despise her one day. Expeditioners tended to be resistant to them, on the whole. But she liked this one. And that was dangerous. ]
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She was a lot more enthusiastic about taking that next shot, though. Anything to forget. ] You have a unique way of perceiving things, [ Clea said, and that teasing was back in her dry tone. She quirked an eyebrow at his assessment of the salt, struggling, one again, not to laugh. ] Oh, isn't it?
[ This time, she offered him one of the glasses. ] I'm Clea. [ Hopefully, this alliance might ensure he didn't come to despise her one day. Expeditioners tended to be resistant to them, on the whole. But she liked this one. And that was dangerous. ]