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Hemma chuckled.“So, same old, same old.”

“Just a different location.Yes.A little less sleep.”Ival smiled.

“You look happy.”

“I feel...happy, I think.Certainly relaxed.”

“So, you two have—”

“Connected.We have connected.About five times a day the first day and three times per evening after that.”

“Wow.Is that normal?”

“He was in rut, so yes.Twice a night and once if I make a move in the morning will probably be about average.”

“Wow.”

“We waited a long time to find each other.His wait was longer than mine, so he is highly invested in making sure I don’t have regrets.”Ival smiled.“If I play my cards right, I can get a pony.”

Hemma burst out laughing.“One of the Sethir who is courting me is on the polo team.”

Ival smiled.“It’s a good starting point.You could hang out with Vallu during matches.”

“That’s...not a bad idea.”

“Make a list of things you want.I know access to Hyreno is one of them.You want to be able to visit Ekbert.You want to have someone that you trust when your gills open.There is a seventy-five percent chance it will make you insanely horny.”

“Yeah.I have done some research.”

“So, go on a date.Have some food.Pick what you like, even if it’s festival cakes or tacos.”

“Really?”

“Yes.If he doesn’t listen to this appetite, he is less likely to listen to your others.Oh, and always find a place for dessert.”

Hemma smiled.“Okay.”

“And get Keska to trick you out with trackers.I can have Roar to wherever you are in about a minute.”

“Thanks.Oh, and Salat still wants to meet with you.”

“The writing thing?”

“Yes.He thinks his comics are missing a certain something.He’s been reading your books and likes the romance and mayhem.”

“Fine.I will contact him.I have some time.”

“He’s also interested in your cover art.”

“Of course.I draw more realistically than he does.”

Hemma smiled.“He and Khytten are really nice.”

“I know.How is Ekbert taking things?”

“He’s taking half his graduating class to a live range tomorrow, and the whole thing is reserved for them.He’s adjusting.”

Ival chuckled.“He’s picked his research post?”