[Fang barked a quiet laugh. She wouldn't have it any other way? Chariot really should watch her words, sometimes.]

[Opening her eyes again, smiling at her Bonded, delighted to see vermilion again even if within the bounds of the Wilde was no place to get sappy. Without letting go of her Bonded's hand, she stooped down to carefully put her sandal back on.]

Good thing you feel that way. I had it in my head to do something like this anyway, before they shipped us off to this rotten city. ["Shipped off," as if Chariot hadn't volunteered, and Fang hadn't voluntarily trudged after her.]