[ And she lowers her towel, not really the type to take it into the water, stepping into said water without shame and a little bit of a sigh. She seems, if not content, vaguely satisfied with the state of things. ]
[He does raise a dark brow, but the Darkling is gentleman enough, he supposes, to turn his head away into she slips into the water properly. At least then most everything else is obscured by faint tendrils of steam.]
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[ And she lowers her towel, not really the type to take it into the water, stepping into said water without shame and a little bit of a sigh. She seems, if not content, vaguely satisfied with the state of things. ]
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Like I could have stopped you, either way.
[Chuckling, he looks at her again.]
Long day?
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[ A slightly longer sigh now. ]
How unfortunate.
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[His curiosity is piqued. It always is, given these things — magics that are not like the skill of the Grisha that he knows.]
Illegal necromancy… That sounds like it ended messily.
[The look of expectation in his eyes. Tell him?]
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