"We will." Sammy covered the clock face tattoo and drew her feet up to wrap her arms around her knees. The stress load she carried was just a little lighter and it felt like a start. It might be back in the morning, but now it was a visible relief in the set of her shoulders and the line of her back.
"Not only because I need to oversee your training, either," she said, smiling. She lifted her face to the sun. "I followed an impulse to invite myself along and I'm not sorry. It was the right one."
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