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... his? I asked.
That depends, Amaryllis said. Her head feathers were still dripping a little, even though shed just patted her head down with a towel a moment ago. I wasnt so dry myself--I strapped my breastplate on and it felt a bit humid. Cleaning magic wasnt drying magic, that was a whole other thing.
Depends on what? I asked.
Amaryllis closed her locket and turned towards me. It depends on how seriously we want to take this little side-mission of Sylvies.
Well, ...
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