A slight shade of red touched Svalin's cheeks. "Thank thee." Svalin nodded. "Vernique ist most adept at these things."
Svalin knew when three was a crowd and this was quickly turning into one of those situations.
"I must see to Tryggvi," she said and stood up. It wasn't the real reason she was leaving, but she couldn't admit to going to go look for Jon.
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