[Mari sits up and looks about. Rowan is covered in blood. Alright.] What, you murdered it? [She sounds doubtful. He doesn't look capable of it.] You and who's army?
[Mari glances past him and spots the desert outside and immediately thinks about the lizard again. She thinks of their dry, scaly skin, their flickering tongues, their toes and feet, their scuttling movements. Egg laying.
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[Mari glances past him and spots the desert outside and immediately thinks about the lizard again. She thinks of their dry, scaly skin, their flickering tongues, their toes and feet, their scuttling movements. Egg laying.
She lies back down.]
I don't like lizards.