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I look at her.

“Cameron.”

Her mouth trembles.

She looks up.

I let the pause stretch, not because I’m performing for them, but because I need a second too.

Then I ask her the question. “How do you want to do this?”

Her face crumples immediately. “Oh, fuck you.”

Dex laughs, but the sound breaks halfway out.

Micah looks down.

Griffin reaches for Cami’s hand.

She takes it.

“I don’t know.”

“You do.”

She shakes her head, tears already spilling. “I fucking hate you.”

“I know.”

She wipes one cheek angrily and looks at the battle map, at her cleric, then at the other three minis surrounding her.

When she speaks again, her voice is quieter.

“She doesn’t do it alone.”

Of course she doesn’t.

Cami swallows.

“My cleric looks at them.”

Griffin’s thumb moves over her knuckles.

“At the paladin first,” she says. “Because he’s right there.”

Griffin exhales through a wet laugh.

“Then the rogue.”

Micah closes his eyes briefly.

“And the bard.”

Dex presses both hands over his heart. “I’m emotional support.”

“You are so much fucking work.”

“Also true.”