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"Then it is a very pleasant mistake indeed," Osprey returned, smiling and wondering, whether that all too good and appropriate and decent surface could really hide a devil. From what she had learned about Dante over the months, she didn't think it was very likely. Then again the man knew himself the best and there were that saying about the quiet waters being the deepest... "I will enjoy, while it lasts, and think about the consequences another day," she finished.


"And I hope you are not a stubborn fool and have all the healer help you require?" Osprey asked, sounding a little stern, while being amused by the irony at the same time. She was the last person, who had the right to preach, what he should do in terms of his health, but she had stepped in this river, swam and almost drowned - it was an experience she did not desire to repeat and would hate to see anyone else go down this road. "Otherwise I can imagine Blue willow flipping tables for having not one but two high-ranking idiots in the plateau," she added in a softer tone, thinking about the healer losing her patience with her friends for once. It was a miracle that she had not done so already.

"Me? I... I am coping. Life's normal more or less and it should get better," her voice was quiet, as she looked down at her paws and then back to Dante. "Peregrine said that all things end well. And if they don't, then it is not the end. And I trust him in this."