Dragoncrest Cliffs We can bow 'cause our music's warmer than blood

You do you was as good as anything. Ephraim took it for permission and turned around, prepared to head off and stew in his sullenness a little while before letting it go and returning to patrol, but Vercingetorix stopped him. He swung his head back to look over his shoulder at the cheka, and immediately felt guilty for being sulky when the man reassured him. He was right, of course. All things passed and this would, too, or at least he hoped so.

Thanks, Verx, he said, more quietly and gratefully than anything else he'd said, before he headed off. He didn't feel much better but there was some hope there—hope that would soon be dashed, but hope nonetheless.