[That was different! He wasn't kidnapped with the intent to be made another birdy's husband!
But that does pull a wry grin out of her.]
A distraction for who?
[Her, or the harpies who own this nest?
Seeing the swords he picks up, she looks around the cave, seeing a smaller, thinner blade laying on the ground—a dagger that she picks up and slips into the cleavage of her dress. There's a wind that brushes through her hair, and Benedikta looks out with lips pressed into a thin line.]
She is coming back, and I've a feeling she will not be alone, so we move. Quick.
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But that does pull a wry grin out of her.]
A distraction for who?
[Her, or the harpies who own this nest?
Seeing the swords he picks up, she looks around the cave, seeing a smaller, thinner blade laying on the ground—a dagger that she picks up and slips into the cleavage of her dress. There's a wind that brushes through her hair, and Benedikta looks out with lips pressed into a thin line.]
She is coming back, and I've a feeling she will not be alone, so we move. Quick.