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The Inquisitor nodded thoughtfully before once again smiling at Josephine.

”I see I have underestimated you, Josie. My apologies.”

Josephine flapped a hand, feeling the blush deepen.

“No apologies needed. What do I owe the pleasure of your company to, Inquisitor?”

“S’vari to you, Josie. Please.”

Josephine inclined her head slightly in recognition of S’vari’s request. It was not the first time S’vari had asked to be called by her first name, but regardless of her preferences, decorum dictated that S’vari was always due the courtesy of her title at the start of a conversation.

“And I had a question to ask you, but I believe I’ve come to an answer. So. Please excuse the interruption, my lady, I will take my leave of you.”

”Your presence is never an interruption, S’vari.” Josephine blurted out as S’vari started to leave. Far more forward than she would be normally, but Josephine loved each and every moment that she could catch with the elvhen woman.

Judging by the look on S’vari’s face, it seemed that S’vari felt the same.

Hopefully.

Nonetheless, S’vari gave the slightest of bows and left.