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"oh.. my ten bucks?"

“He’s better now that he’s not in a cage.” Thoughtful. “I mean, cages are great for trapping shit, but then? You gotta eat it, kill it or trade n ransom it back to who you stole it from. Keeping it in a cage makes things off off in the brain.”

She hands over the $10. “I didn’t forget.” Too bad no Gwyd is around for that line.

And another bill for the meat she promised to buy.

He takes it, and conssiders "Cage huH? Crumble the cookie and let it disolve in your friend's mouth if you got to. When she wakes... tell her she needs to learn not to telegraph her punches so much. But she doesn't suck and she did Silverwolf proud and shit"

“Yeah. Same fucks who broke my jaw. They got paid though.” A grin without humour. “Thanks.”

"Paid is good" He gets it. And he turns "No prob" because that sounds less prissy that 'you're welcome' and he stomps off in those bad red shitkicker shoes

Gwen does start to wake just a bit "hurts" She admits

She eyes Gwen. Watching her in care. Or maybe wondering how to convince her to buy red shitkicker shoes for Yule.

“Eat this.” Crammed... gently! Into her mouth , and she offers a bottle of water from the pavilion too.

...Just as Calanthe walks in.