“Thanks,” he said. “I appreciate you helping me.”
Linsora finished tying the last strip of fabric, looking at him through the darkness. “All done,” she said and stood over him, offering her hand to pull him up. “We’re even. I saved your life. You saved mine,” she said and continued to hold onto his hand, looking up into his eyes. They both knew good and well that this didn’t qualify as her saving his life, at least in a way that made them equal—but Permac seemed to recognize how much it meant to her to be on even footing and didn’t object.
After a moment, she let go of his hand and turned around, facing the dark throat of the hallway. “Let’s see where this leads.”
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