She was touched by his kindness and understanding, and felt a warmth blooming in her chest at realizing his disposition might be one of genuine spirit. That he was already making a light jest involving her visions without the slightest hint of malice or mockery stirred something in her and Phie allowed herself a soft laugh. “Certainly not my prisoner, Mr. Dempsey,” She volleyed back, her eyes glancing down to where he’d initiated contact before meeting his kind gaze. “But seeing as I haven’t had many visions of weather lately, we might as well make the most of our present situation!”

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