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"What my gut tells me is that I did not like it, and it was not normal," says Calidore. "She is not normal."
"Well, that's certain." Jerruv nervously puts a hand on Calidore's shoulder. "You seem quite shaken about it. I'll confront Layla for you."
"And so will I," says Astrea.
"Perhaps confronting should be done alone," says Jerruv. "We'll see."
"And if she is guilty I shall kill her!" announces Spidrift.
"No, you won't," says Jerruv.
"No, I won't!" says Spidrift. "But we're all on your side. Is the point."
"That, yes. Is the point," says Jerruv. "Don't worry, Calidore. We'll sort all this out when she returns."
"If she returns," says Astrea. "What?" she says to the pointed look Jerruv gives her. "I'm not accusing her of being mistrustful, not in this breath. But they could always just kill her, couldn't they?"
"She is our aid and assistant," says Jerruv.
"Yes, of course. Yes. My apologies." Astrea sits in the grass next to Calidore. "But they could, you know," she whispers.
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