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“yarrow and pinesap,” she repeated in a dutiful manner and made a mental note to herself. yarrow was easy. pinesap would be a source of frustration, but she would bring him what he asked for.

he bussed her on the forehead and tension visibly leached from her shoulders. her father was an arrant teuton so the gesture was appreciated in full by phaedra, who knew he wasn't often stirred to such sentiments. though his ensuing confession gave her a little start of surprise. 

“what, and give you and ma a moment of peace? doesn't sound like me,” she smiled at him, shuffling closer to brush his shoulder. ever his girl, filial affection flared in her heart and she let her cheek rest against his arm, soaking in the attention. soon she would have to share him again and she didn't have the excuse of girlhood to act like a monster. 

or the inclination, really.