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He broke into a smile, and the expression was uncharacteristically bashful, boyish. Yes, I'd be happy to serve as your cheka, he rumbled, giving her a nod. It's an honor, Blixen. Truly. These next few moons, they aren't gonna be easy, but. . .

His gaze wandered, slightly--when had he become so goddamn sentimental?--before returning to the wormana's face again. It'll be okay. We're going to make it. Great, now he was giving her a pep talk. Somebody get Oprah on the phone and tell her she's being replaced by a wolf, please.

Anything I should, uh, know? Verx asked, a little awkwardly, as if to kill and bury his moment of shimmering, gag-worthy optimism. Not that you've got skeletons or anything, just, like--I dunno. Anything that would make either of our jobs easier, I guess.