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"I know." There. Easy now. No weight. No dramatic silence. Just fact. He picks up the bread. I point toward my sheath. "You fixed it."

"It was broken."

"Thank you."

"Welcome." There. That too. Easy.

I look at the book in his hand. "You like it?"

"Not sure."

"How far."

"Thirty pages."

"Then you're sure."

"No."

"You're difficult."

"Frequently." I smile. "What did you do today?" He asks.

I blink. That's almost normal. "Dragon practical."

"I saw."

"Obviously."

"You were slow clearing Vyrael's landing zone the second time."

"I was not."

"You were."

"By what, half a second?"

"Enough."

I stare. "You are exhausting."

"Frequently."

"Combat too." I add.

"Won?"

"Some."

"Lost?"

"Some."

"Good."

I stare. "Good?"

"Yes."