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[ His hand comes up to pet her hair, an arm around her waist gathering Jester in. Fjord settles back against the stone of the stoop, leaning there instead of her so she isn't pinned. ]

We can't tell you every day, it'll go to your head.

[ His nose bumps her forehead. ]

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