[ He does listen in silence, for once, considering how restless his mind is all the time. Were he in front of her and she might have seen the look of a child listening to a story, utmost attention, maybe even a little wonder. The images of what she tells him are vague flashes, sometimes gaining a more definition when she lets them, sometimes fading completely. He sees a spear flying and holds his breath for a beat.
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The smile is audible. ]
( I would've just killed him. And her. )