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[foundmyselfagain]

Lay it on me.

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[galvanising]

[ Nell laughs. ]

Well, if Marisol ever really joins us, maybe we will. She wrote me some weeks ago and said she was considering a visit, and I'm sure she'd never deign to stay anywhere but Hightown, if she can bear this city at all.

[foundmyselfagain]

What? No, not her! She doesn’t like my hair. Or my clothes. She’d make me dress up.

[ The WORST. ]

[galvanising]

She doesn't like anyone's hair or clothes, [ Nell laughs, ] she'll be after me for a whole new wardrobe if she comes. Perhaps she'll be distracted by that.

[foundmyselfagain]

Sound plan. She can be distracted by shoving you into frilly dresses. With lace and ruffles.

But seriously, I’ll be fine for now. It’s...interesting, to see how it’s all changed.

And, um—Thank you, Nell. For checking up on me.

[galvanising]

I've already told her many times, absolutely no lace. Her seamstress will simply have to be more creative than frills.

[ a pause, a shrug he can't see ]

You're welcome. We have to stick together. There aren't many of us here, after all. I don't suppose your friend Saoirse is a rebel?

[foundmyselfagain]

I...don’t know. I haven’t asked. I’ve been afraid—I don’t want her to know, um. What happened to me.

But she must be. She saw the Gallows burn, how could she think Circles were a good idea after that?