Daizell had many stories of inns he’d frequented, ranging from absurd to alarming, and he deployed a couple of them now. He wanted to make friends, since he liked to be friends and the next month would be more pleasant that way, but he also had an urge to make Cassian laugh again, because he had a delightful laugh. It was a sort of surprised gurgle, as though he was startled and even a touch embarrassed by his own amusement, and Daizell thought it was charming. So was the smile that lingered after his laugh, keeping those expressive lips in a curve that took a moment or so to fade. One
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SO sweeeeeeeeet
