To reassure him, I attempt to mimic the same salute motion that Sail gave him, except I overshoot and end up punching myself in the arm way too hard. “Ouch,” I mutter, rubbing the spot on my shoulder with a wince.
Digby sighs at me and looks at Sail again. “Guard her a lot.”
“Hey!” I say indignantly.
Sail barely stops his snort of amusement. “Will do, sir.”
i love their little banter
— Oct 02, 2026 04:29PM
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