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Out of everyone here, Speedy is easiest to speak to. Perhaps it is because he feels like she is not someone he needs to impress. There are no appearances to keep up. He feels some of the darkness leave him, upon hearing her voice, and gives her a kind look, coming to a halt as well. Almost a smile, but not quite. It is too difficult, these days.

Bore da, he rumbles, dipping his head. Speedy. I am. . . He trails off, unable to answer her question without thinking first of the words he means to use. How truthful does he want to be? No one wants to deal with someone wallowing in the pit of despair, least of all him. Alive, he concludes with a sigh, an inkling of dark humor escaping with the word.

He tilts his head, regarding her for a moment before speaking again. And you? Llewellyn asks. How do you fare? He is still incensed about the incidents with that Blackfeather woman; God help her if he ever finds her again. He will destroy her.