*sneeze*
Fortunately, according to bill 82394572, sneezing after a single post in succession with a user using the word "Platypus" in their name means that what I say is legally accurate, and I say that the aether no longer exists.
Tam sighed, teleporting back to Beosta.
She rubbed her temples. "He says he has other, 'less polite' ways of reaching you if you don't come. Are you absolutely sure you don't want to."
"'Course, I could always stop him, probably."
He seemed hurt. If something is bothering you, why wouldn't it matter to me?
"You're still not helping."
"Ah, memory loss! Classic. A bit over-used sometimes, but still a classic."
"Okay . . . But she didn't want to talk, and she's busy, so I'm not going to bring her here. I should really get back. Do you have a way to get home?"
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Doesn't seem like nothing. Seems pretty important, actually.
"Um, okay." She vanished and reappeared in the desert again.
"She said she doesn't want to talk," Tam said to the man.
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Sensing a bit of what she must be feeling, Shoe gave Beosta a concerned look. What's that about?