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I didn't expect to hear from you. Not here.
But it was only a matter of time before you followed. Ravkans are particularly enticing to this world.

[ hadn't expected her to reach out today. tomorrow. the day after. this realm is more secure than zenik causing (calculated) terror in fjerdan courts, but — zoya is well-aware she's done little to deserve nina seeking her out. little to ensure she's content in doing so. ]

You've secured housing, I hope.

[ a stern statement, rather than the nagging maternal question that it wants to become. ]

[ nina's lost too much lately to want to keep anyone she cares about at bay. for any reason. ]

Inej invited me to stay with her. Are you safe?

The only danger I’ve faced is letting my edges dull.

I’ve always said Ravka needed to compensate me with a vacation. This isn’t what I had planned.

Surely there's people here that deserve your cutting remarks.

Is it anything like vacation?

It's a high honor few deserve.

No temperamental country to make demands of us is vacation enough.
Unwelcome as that vacation is.

Anyone in particular? [ aka does she have a somebody? idle gossip is a nice distraction from the way her heart feels shattered, destroyed.]

So this place makes no demands?

No.
My duty is to Ravka first, no matter where we've been taken.
And most men expect I'll thaw and melt into their arms.

[ as she'd informed count kirigin — an impossible fool's fantasy. ]

Only of the usual variety.
Synchronicity to prevent becoming stone is a small demand to fulfill.

And there are no men here willing to take the honor of trying to woo you? Have a little fun, Zoya. That is what vacations are for.

It's not the most difficult thing any of us have been through.

[ """"fun"""". what a mysterious unknown word. ]

You call it honor, I call it bravery.
Should I spend the night and whisper sweet, soft nothings for them? Dry their tears with a cuddle?
You're going to nauseate me, Zenik.

I didn't know you were such a prude, Zoya. I don't think you have to cuddle or spend the night to have fun.

Prudishness is reserved for saints.

[ of which she will firmly, insistently, press that she is not. ]

I'm not going to give you the gory details of my sexual exploits, Nina. They're not for the faint of heart.

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