Herbalists' Cache ella me levantó

"me, too," aditya answered, maw cracking wide in a grin. "i know of mexico. . .i think. hot? dry?" paradise, compared to the winters here. maybe one day he would visit the place. for now, duty tethered him to the taiga.

finally, curiosity got the best of him, and he asked: "'mi inglés un poquito.' kya matlab--sorry, meaning? what does it mean?" he stumbled a bit clumsily over her language, blinking apologetically at her. "sorry. i understand. this language is not my first, either." that was one thing they could bond over.