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Asariel couldn't suppress a dry chuckle as Jefferson told her to 'ditch the sir'. Asariel indeed had felt a bit silly addressing him as such, but she'd felt the need for formality. He was her leader after all, and leaders should be treated with utmost respect. She lowered herself onto her haunches and watched the old brute. She wondered how he had come to be Phoenix Valley's leader; how's he come across all his injuries? Countless battles, perhaps. Maybe just one. Victim of abuse perhaps? She didn't suppose it was the last one, but one never knew with Phoenix Valley.
Asariel blinked as Ty came bounding through the trees and in their direction. She smiled warmly, giving him an inviting hello. She knew Ty and Jefferson knew each other; she'd learned this with one of her conversations with the young man. She frowned. They'd agreed to have a sort of fling if you will; yet it didn't seem to be working out too much. She was just too distracted, her thoughts weren't on Ty lately at all. Lysander, Lysander, always Lysander. She was so confused; what was happening, why was she thinking about him all the time? She huffed and decided to just let herself relax, smiling at Jefferson as he spoke. "Oh, I'm always out and about it seems" she said, then cast a furtive glance at Ty as Jefferson asked if they knew each other. "Yes, we've ran into each other once or twice,"
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