“You hit me way too hard,” I murmured.
“Muscle memory,” Regent replied. “Blame her, not me.”
Ah, interesting, so he has some access to that kind of thing. I wonder if he has access to her mind in any capacity? I mean, it’s made of nerves too. This seems like puppeteering of her body rather than controlling the mind, but he might have read access?
Wait, no, we’ve had a whole thing about mind reading, which is what that would technically amount to. The only known potential mind reader is the Simurgh.
“You alright, Imp?” Grue asked.
“Duh,” she replied.
Heh.
It was a good few minutes before the truck bucked into motion. Out of unspoken agreement, we stayed quiet, just to be absolutely sure that the driver wouldn’t hear us. It was maybe ten or fifteen minutes before we arrived.
Yeah, staying silent seems reasonable. Can’t take too many risks, and you’re supposed to be out cold right now.
“We’re at their headquarters,” Regent spoke, his voice hushed.
“Then we’re in good shape,” Grue answered.
Nice.
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