John's expression does something complicated. His eyebrows jump in open surprise, then furrow into puzzlement; his lips part around Heirs like he'll be able to find some meaning in the shape of it. It subsides into the background thoughtfulness of a man turning over some kind of logistical puzzle— and then the wry edge returns to his expression, less humor to it now. ]
I believe it. [ He drops his hand and looks her up and down, noting again the way she stands, the twitch of hand to hip, the opinions on bloodstones. ] Why leave it behind?
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John's expression does something complicated. His eyebrows jump in open surprise, then furrow into puzzlement; his lips part around Heirs like he'll be able to find some meaning in the shape of it. It subsides into the background thoughtfulness of a man turning over some kind of logistical puzzle— and then the wry edge returns to his expression, less humor to it now. ]
I believe it. [ He drops his hand and looks her up and down, noting again the way she stands, the twitch of hand to hip, the opinions on bloodstones. ] Why leave it behind?