With a sigh, her head tips back onto Urquhart's shoulder, strands of her red hair sliding through his longer, lighter ones. Her fingers curl against the back of Moist's neck, sliding up into his hair and gripping.
"Lucky me," she amends. "A girl can never have too many allies in this place."
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"Lucky me," she amends. "A girl can never have too many allies in this place."