I love how the first thought is if you two are okay, not about any blood that might be on You. Miss Grace isn’t squeamish in the slightest is she?

(He glances down at His suit, then shrugs.)

There is no blood on Me. I was not the one who spilled it. This time.

But no, My veiled friend. If she were squeamish, I would have known about it before now. Grace has always thought of her loved ones’ safety and health far ahead of her personal comfort.


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Mostly, I write stuff. And, like the Egyptians and the Internet, I put cat pictures on my walls. Also, I can read your Tarot.