She saw the wince. "They look far worse than they art. I wilt be fine in a few days," she assured him.
"It ist just a shirt," she said. For some reason she could almost hear Vernique lamenting over the shirt and the comment. "It belonged to mine future self."
Svalin nodded. "I wilt. Then we wilt share tales of our adventures in the past few months over cups of mead."
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