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โwhat am I gonna do with you?โ
already, her mood seemed to have worked right up. he couldnโt help but smile with her. Sawyer would be so proud of him.
he considered her question, his mind coming up blank. his eyes wandered their surroundings, seeking out inspiration.
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eyebrows raising, he all but jumped on the spot that she had agreed so easily. the two had spent days in the dark, using the other as a crutch for their crippling worries.
He knew Sawyer would do anything to cheer Jesiniaโs spirits, and heโd promised himself he would step-
his heart thundered within his chest, like a caged animal fighting to break free. As much as heโd like to say the hug was mostly for the Scribeโs benefit, it was also quite soothing for him to have someone in his grasp that was experiencing the same crippling anxiety over the-
his brows telling what he was so desperately trying to conceal. for a moment, he could only respond with a nod, his energy working overtime to collect himself.
โheโll be out of there in no time. then we can find out what in Amariโs name happened to him.โ
he nods, a simple list of his personal favourites mentally forming.
he hesitates, scratching behind his ear.
โsince Sawyer is still in the infirmary, I figured I could take you. Platonically, of course.โ
his signs are as awkward as the question.
โThat would be great, Jes!โ
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โabout the eventโฆ Iโve been meaning to ask you something-โ
โ@gamlynpride, I can prepare some baked goods for the Gala if you need!โ





