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Rogue crossed her arms, leaning against the wall of the room where he meditated. Her usual smile was there, but something was different—less provocation, more restrained relief.
"Technically," she said, "twenty-eight days, a few hours, and a collective scare that I prefer not to repeat."
Cassandra sat on the floor, her back against a column, sharpening a short blade out of pure habit. She looked up, analyzing Strax as if assessing whether he was still... himself.
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