One of the ship’s laborers, a young man looking to see the universe by working for his passage aboard various ships, or so he had conveyed to Permac after one too many ales the first week of their journey—sat down next to him and took a bite of his food. “So,” he said while chewing, “if you don’t mind me asking, what is it between you and the archaeologist? You in love or something?”
Permac turned to the young man. “Or something. She’s doing what she loves right here, right now. I’ve been more than happy watching her be happy. Between us, you ask? Just a growing friendship.”
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