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[Paytience]

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The last few weeks had been eventful to say the least. Between the joust in NuJel'm and the Tor's change in occupation, busy was an understatement.

Never in her wildest dreams did Pay think she would be willingly spending time with that Weaver woman. Not after that fateful meeting with the Maritime Union in Serpents Hold. One night in Ilshenar though and plans quickly changed. A chance run in with Magnate Isk and his entourage, a deeply entrenched conversation regarding species other than human and now Tor wore the bronze and red of Isk's Island. Of Joanna's Island.

“Are you sure you know what you're doing?” she had asked him.

“I always know what I'm doing.” He countered, his tone even.

She started to make a smartalec comment but bit it back. He was often right and that got to her. Pay was a lot of things, but even keeled and often right were not counted among them.

Recalling Isk's mention of her as Tor's woman, she laughed quietly to herself. They were equals. Which made the truth or dare question of marriage all the more hilarious.

"Marriage." She sighed quietly under her breath, her attention focused on the absurdity of the notion. It was barely audible, but Tor heard it nonetheless, and turned to look at her.