[Hal is one alley over, watching the goings-on of the street as Vin gathers certain things she needs from the market. Her sleeves are wide enough that a daemon could be hiding within them, though of course one is not. When she hears Morgause's voice, she turns in the middle of judging the quality of an apple.]
[This one was always sharper. A touch more dangerous. She sighs inwardly.]
I hadn't expected to see you here, either. Maybe we should stop expecting things.
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[This one was always sharper. A touch more dangerous. She sighs inwardly.]
I hadn't expected to see you here, either. Maybe we should stop expecting things.