Hmm. [He murmurs thoughtfully, though it's hard to say if it's directed at the first statement or the second. Red Wine glances up, catches the smile and smiles briefly back, but his mind is still half elsewhere.
His concerns are kept to himself, as they often are, but he does glance over his shoulder as they move away from the carriages. There's a tiny frown on his face that doesn't ease as they walk, or with the reassurance that Bailey gives him.]
Did you get any sense out of Archimedes? [Red Wine hadn't gained any kind of satisfactory answers, but at least he's used to that. The Coven had never been very good at it either.]
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His concerns are kept to himself, as they often are, but he does glance over his shoulder as they move away from the carriages. There's a tiny frown on his face that doesn't ease as they walk, or with the reassurance that Bailey gives him.]
Did you get any sense out of Archimedes? [Red Wine hadn't gained any kind of satisfactory answers, but at least he's used to that. The Coven had never been very good at it either.]