[The Norfinbury Diet: the best weight loss plan ever. Rhys doesn't wince or look away because he's seen as bad before, and he'd asked for it, just nods slightly in acknowledgement with a wry grin.]
How sweet, we match.
[He holds up his own palms, with the Prophet's-Eye symbols carved messily into the flesh. Healed, but still pink-white and bright against the darker skin of his callouses.]
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How sweet, we match.
[He holds up his own palms, with the Prophet's-Eye symbols carved messily into the flesh. Healed, but still pink-white and bright against the darker skin of his callouses.]
Dare.