[Benedikta glances at him carefully through the corner of her eye, using every last bit of control she has not to stare at their arms, or think about how she... kind of... likes this. It isn't something that they did often, even in their Waloed days, but in the rare occasions where they had...
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She breathes out with a sharp, arrogant sigh.]
See? Could have gone right to the front.