Cryton looked at their empty breakfast bowls, then winced after another stroke of Dru’s comb. “Ow.”
“Stop fussing,” Dru answered, still brushing Cryton’s hair from behind. “I’ve seen you fight a dozen men without flinching, and you’re fidgeting over a few snarls!”
She frowned. “I couldn’t fight like that now.”
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