Aithne moved closer to the Guttersnipe. "I have a bit of a problem. Lord Ambrosius has told me to let the boy follow me around if he so chooses. But the boy lies through his teeth. How am I supposed to trust that he is as good as he's said to be when he continues like this?"
Just then, Cu came bounding up from wherever he'd been hiding himself, and she ruffled his fur. In answer, he gave something like a dog's version of a purr, and pressed in so close that she was knocked into the Guttersnipe before righting herself with a quiet apology. A moment passed before she continued. "I don't understand your people, Guttersnipe. I want to, desperately. But it is not coming easily."
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