Christine lets out a soft laugh and takes a sip of her mead. She has a feeling others wouldn't really understand what he means to her. They'd think she was mad, or she must mean some other Church, surely. But, no. She just has the weirdest taste in men.
"You are my kind of perfect, which would differ from others' definitions, I am sure." She draws in a deep breath. "It is good to be back. You must tell me everything that has been happening around here."
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"You are my kind of perfect, which would differ from others' definitions, I am sure." She draws in a deep breath. "It is good to be back. You must tell me everything that has been happening around here."