“I won’t tell Death what you’ve found. We’ve fallen out,” her words dryly rang like the caw of an odd crow, or the squeak of cicadas. He looked at her as if she’d grown a second head. But maybe she had, considering she was failing to control her own mouth from spouting nonsense. “Was that a joke?” he asked. She blinked once. “What are the probabilities that it wasn’t?” “Low.” Sweetly, she spoke to herself more than to him, “Well, aren’t we in safe hands with such a distinguished mage at our aid.” He was still staring at her, so she felt compelled to add, “That was a joke.”
This banter is killing meeee
