[ She stares at him for a moment longer, expression softening by degrees. Is that the answer to this? Maybe. She doesn't know, she's still not sure she wants to know, but it seems to have struck a chord regardless.
For the briefest of seconds, she looks tired, but then she's turning away ]
Get up, Quill. [ her tone is firm, but quiet. The heat of her anger is long gone ] I'm not paying you to sit around.
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For the briefest of seconds, she looks tired, but then she's turning away ]
Get up, Quill. [ her tone is firm, but quiet. The heat of her anger is long gone ] I'm not paying you to sit around.