[The fact that she hangs up so quickly, no explanation, no assurances. It has his heart in his throat. She'd called from Honerva's phone. Why not her own? Was Honerva in trouble? There's no time to panick, though.
Cor is already standing at the door, both blades at his hip for once, a couple bottles in hand and more in the Armiger. So when she reaches out he takes her hand instead, twisting their fingers together tightly.]
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Cor is already standing at the door, both blades at his hip for once, a couple bottles in hand and more in the Armiger. So when she reaches out he takes her hand instead, twisting their fingers together tightly.]
I've got it, let's go.