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She was home early. This had led to some ...discoveries which were problematic. But it could be worse. She hadn't told her friends. Apparently, they'd upset her about a generation back with other antics involving an unusual door. She was going to report it to the archbishop sometime soon, but she seemed not to see any rush. It wasn't any relation to their little war, after all -- from what he'd heard about war, it might be made so, but 'tactics,' if they didn't involve directly killing someone, never seemed to be Mistress Hunter's area of strength.
Additionally, since he'd reached the point, in the two weeks after the flask had run out, of staring longingly at raw meat, he was quite relieved to be drinking gratefully from her wrist. She'd held off for a while, discussing a few general things about secrets and about Miss Roper's cat. But finally, life was in his veins again. Then she took it away and began giving instructions. As usual, she towered, and terrified, and the three-point Eerie Presence flaw almost miasmatic feel of her personal space chilled him.
She looked at him as she finished. "Missed me?"
"Yes, mistress," he said truthfully.
Additionally, since he'd reached the point, in the two weeks after the flask had run out, of staring longingly at raw meat, he was quite relieved to be drinking gratefully from her wrist. She'd held off for a while, discussing a few general things about secrets and about Miss Roper's cat. But finally, life was in his veins again. Then she took it away and began giving instructions. As usual, she towered, and terrified, and the three-point Eerie Presence flaw almost miasmatic feel of her personal space chilled him.
She looked at him as she finished. "Missed me?"
"Yes, mistress," he said truthfully.