"Shut your mouth." "When have I ever done that?" "Only reply to that is crude, and I won't lower myself," Fynn replied tartly. "Finish your food so we can get home already. I'm ready for a bath, my own bed, and to not have to look at your ugly face for a few days." Teller snickered as he resumed his seat. "Please, who do you think is going to be put on watch together not two hours after we get back?" Fynn groaned. "Stuff it, Tell. If we get stuck on watch, I will throw you in the harbor." That didn't halt Teller's snickering, but the rock she threw at him did. Rath shook his head, smiling around the bread and jerky he was eating. He couldn't wait to be home, back to where everything was familiar, but he would miss Teller and Fynn as fiercely as he'd been missing home. Was there any chance he could see them again? But every time he tried to ask, nerves got the better of him, and he bit the question back. "You don't look very excited, Champion," Fynn said. "Thought we'd have to take away your horse so you didn't go galloping off." "Ha ha," Rath replied.
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