[There's no reply. Not at first. Avery keeps hiss head turned away, his hands clenched tight astound the worn and dirty fabric of his cloak.]
Heh. Maybe they just seemed to fit better.
[His voice is rough, a crack and a showing of weakness that might have been unacceptable if it weren't for the near-overwhelming tidal wave of relief washing over him.]
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Heh. Maybe they just seemed to fit better.
[His voice is rough, a crack and a showing of weakness that might have been unacceptable if it weren't for the near-overwhelming tidal wave of relief washing over him.]
... Took you long enough.