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Shay smiled softly in response to Cynthia’s call for him, a word she taught him the meaning of; ‘big brother,’ by his recollection, was what it meant, and he tenderly responded in kind. “Aye. As well as I can be, Deirfiúr.” Shay chuckled lightly, a gloved hand gently patting Cynthia's arm as a casual token of affection, and he began to lead the way as the two of them walked the New York streets together. “You ‘aven’t sailed with me and the crew on the Morrigan in some time. Are yer sea legs still weak?”