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Rebecca was taken aback by the outburst of grovelling coming from this large, hulking Minotaur, and spared a look at Neil to see if he shared in her surprise. When he was finished, she put her hand to her mouth to stop herself from giggling at the Minotaur's earnestness and innocence, believing that would be of ill tact. Instead, she crouched down and placed her hand on the top of Magnus' head. When he looked up, he'd she that her face was kind, without a hint of malice.

[color=edd902]"You are forgiven. That shirt was a gift given in order to be worn, and I would be more offended if you refrained from wearing it for fear of damaging it. Perhaps I was mistaken in giving the gift in the first place. I have taken an assignment today myself and I did not truly appreciate how dangerous the world out there is when you are on this side. Especially those damned Varjans. It is I who should apologize. My prudishness is a relic of my old ways, ways that today has made me realise I should not be as proud of retaining. You do not need to wear a shirt."[/color]

She stood up and turned to Neil, sensing from his words that he had been trying to conceal something, and had, almost stuttering, asked about Magnus' shirt in a clear effort to change the topic of conversation. Rebecca pursed her lips. Secrecy was a sin, and that's one Order doctrine she won't be dropping any time soon. [color=edd902]"My apologies, Neil, but I fear I may have interrupted a conversation between Magnus and yourself."[/color] she slyly spoke, hoping to bait Magnus into picking up the conversation she had been having.


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