Nill gives a small shake of her head, like she’s correcting something obvious.

“I do not have the remembering of you doing the growling, either.” She says, voice even. “You do not have to be doing the apologizing.”

There’s a brief pause, and her head tilts.

“I have not had the seeing of you since the Amphitheater, Storm.”

Her attention drifts, glancing down the alley, then over her shoulder. She adjusts the edge of her sleeve, smoothing it once, then again, and finally turns back to Storm with a nod.

“We can be doing the wandering.”

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