"Chelsa, Ruby, how's it going," Laker asked as we entered into Emrys' office, the warmth kissing my cheek like one would kiss a baby's cheek, and Ostana pushed past me to avoid the lingering darkness of the tunnels. Ruby, dressed now in her own fighting leathers, smiled as she saw us and next to her, a shorter and shyer girl stood.
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