Martel's nominally improved mood had taken a downswing at the prospect of enclosed quarters of any kind with Sparhawk, for any duration, but it hadn't been too difficult to have his own coach brought around to see himself and his ladies down to the harbor behind his brother's party. Acting so swiftly hadn't left a lot of time to explain much of
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"I liked the rain," she objects, nudging him, "It always made such a nice excuse for avoiding unpleasant social engagements."
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"Now we can tell people you're in a delicate condition, love," he says, entirely absently, as they make their way onto the ship.
...yeah, don't think nobody else heard that, Martel.
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She wouldn't actually break his nose.
Possibly because he's much bigger than her and it's smarter to aim elsewhere. He'd be able to stop her in time if she tried to go too high. Fortunately, for now she's just keeping it to idle threats.
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"Not the face," he says, dryly, and...chooses to ignore Sparhawk, which is probably the best course of action for them both at least for the time being. He ushers Nourelle up ahead of them--aware but not inviting or acknowledging the scrutiny the three of them are under.
Stragen has interesting ideas. Sometimes they work out better than others. Martel's reserving judgment about this one for now.
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