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When Alae reappeared, Arlyth walked back over to her, and took her hand. With a slight grin he leaned over and whispered into her ear, in a voice so low only those with elven blood could even hope to eavesdrop, "He said the same thing to me, did he not?" Arlyth grinned slightly, "Only... I get the feeling you'd probably slap me if I misbehaved rather then ask me to leave... first time around, I s'pose. At least, I hope you would.". Arlyth's tone was cheerful, and he was in good spirits again. "Whenever your ready to leave?" he asked normally, looking at Alaerth, his tone one of respect rather then of light banter. Arlyth seemed to prefer Alae of Alaerth, or at the very least, was more at ease around her.
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