[When Caleb gets there, his arms and hands are wrapped again, but the clothes are still newer than Molly saw last of the grubby wizard. Caleb sort of... stops. And stares. He's still in awe of this in front of him. It's so different from Lucien that he was just following. That they had fought in the snow, the uneasy truce where both groups were waiting for the other to betray.
That isn't who is in front of him now.
It's... simply Molly. His breath catches before he steps closer.]
I don't know that I can get used to seeing the whales like that.
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That isn't who is in front of him now.
It's... simply Molly. His breath catches before he steps closer.]
I don't know that I can get used to seeing the whales like that.