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“Take off your shirt and lie down.” “I’m flattered, but we barely know each other.”
“So you’re the middle child,” Kiva observed. “That explains a lot.” “A joke? From the prison healer?” Jaren squinted at her. “Are you sure I’m not dying?”
“What’s this?” “It’s for your hands,” she said. “You should’ve come to see me about them sooner.” Jaren cocked his head to the side. “Is that your way of saying you missed me?”