"Yep," Dexter said cheerfully. "Gabriel. Gabe. Doe-eyed, curly-haired and adorably oblivious about most things human except, apparently, love and puppies and the medical use of hugs."
"You already had an appointment, anyway," Corrival said to Valkyrie. "I just didn't tell him about it. He seems to think it would be displaying favouritism for you lot to have an open-door invitation and I'm not about to explain why you are, by necessity, my eyes and ears outside the Sanctuary. Somehow I don't think he'd react well to the news that Lord Vile is still wandering around our midst."
"Which brings us back to the medical use of hugs," Dexter pointed out, and sat up to spread his arms at Saracen. "Are you in need of a medical hug, Saracen? I've got at least one to spare, so long as you don't poke my ribs too hard."
"What did Sweetgrass have to say?" Corrival asked Tanith, pointedly ignoring Dexter. It was the one and only way he was ever going to get anything done.
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"You already had an appointment, anyway," Corrival said to Valkyrie. "I just didn't tell him about it. He seems to think it would be displaying favouritism for you lot to have an open-door invitation and I'm not about to explain why you are, by necessity, my eyes and ears outside the Sanctuary. Somehow I don't think he'd react well to the news that Lord Vile is still wandering around our midst."
"Which brings us back to the medical use of hugs," Dexter pointed out, and sat up to spread his arms at Saracen. "Are you in need of a medical hug, Saracen? I've got at least one to spare, so long as you don't poke my ribs too hard."
"What did Sweetgrass have to say?" Corrival asked Tanith, pointedly ignoring Dexter. It was the one and only way he was ever going to get anything done.