“Hopefully the second one. They can’t just do that—”
Astrid cuts herself off with a frustrated exhale. She knows it might be naïve, but the sheer unfairness of it is stifling. Riftwatch’s work is delicate, a precarious balancing act of plucky overworked agents and their fragile network of allies. If their own allies turn on them, what else do they have to lean on?
If her contact in Minrathous turns on her, how fucked is she?
She’s still looking at what she can see of Talin, though, trying to size up his injuries, measure his state. His almost-visceral exhaustion, flopped in his bed the other side of the room. She leans, craning upward from her seat on the bed:
“Okay. Next up. You need an elfroot potion, mate? Or some food?”
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Astrid cuts herself off with a frustrated exhale. She knows it might be naïve, but the sheer unfairness of it is stifling. Riftwatch’s work is delicate, a precarious balancing act of plucky overworked agents and their fragile network of allies. If their own allies turn on them, what else do they have to lean on?
If her contact in Minrathous turns on her, how fucked is she?
She’s still looking at what she can see of Talin, though, trying to size up his injuries, measure his state. His almost-visceral exhaustion, flopped in his bed the other side of the room. She leans, craning upward from her seat on the bed:
“Okay. Next up. You need an elfroot potion, mate? Or some food?”