Ford wasn't sure what to make of Cash's tone. Maybe reading his friend was a skill that had atrophied in the intervening months. He blotted the stain with the damp handkerchief again. "Yeah," he said, with a shrug. He could have added it couldn't really go worse for either of them, but that was maybe a little too vulnerable for the moment they were in (and it wasn't true besides — Verity had been kidnapped, once, and so far at the very least Grace and Clementine could say they'd steered clear of that).
"Right, so —" he fished out his wand and cast the spell to remove the stain. The red blot curled in on itself like parchment tossed on a fire, and eventually disappeared entirely. "That'll do it, I s'pose."
"Right, so —" he fished out his wand and cast the spell to remove the stain. The red blot curled in on itself like parchment tossed on a fire, and eventually disappeared entirely. "That'll do it, I s'pose."
Set by Lady!