[Tears continued to leak down the curves of the owl's face, unable to respond to Blitzø in this state. Eventually, the sobbing began to ease up evolving into a weak sniffle. There was a dull throb in his temples as he lifted his head back up to meet the imp's gaze. Gripping the jakcet's hem, he nodded mutely up at him. Blitzø was right. They needed to get somewhere off the streets.]
No... you're right... Where do you suggest we go? You seem to know your way around.
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No... you're right... Where do you suggest we go? You seem to know your way around.