Thank the Maker. There was some part of him that almost dreaded she wouldn't. He's heard Alistair complain enough, largely because he's not sure there's anything he's not heard Alistair complain about, all told. When she accepts the letter, his exhales, relieved, though it's hardly the kind of relief that's liberating.
"I will." Somehow, he will. With his right hand he clasps her wrist as well.
"It was an honour to walk the Deep Roads with you, Councillor LeBlanc. Thank you for helping us." And a short laugh. "Thanks for not strangling Alistair."
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"I will." Somehow, he will. With his right hand he clasps her wrist as well.
"It was an honour to walk the Deep Roads with you, Councillor LeBlanc. Thank you for helping us." And a short laugh. "Thanks for not strangling Alistair."