[For once in his life, Taako waits patiently, though his grip on her hand stays tight until the spell finally settles over his thoughts. His hold loosens at the same time as some of the tension in his shoulders drain away.]
Shit, yeah, it's good, it worked.
[It's quiet, which almost feels weird after so long, but he's grateful.]
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Shit, yeah, it's good, it worked.
[It's quiet, which almost feels weird after so long, but he's grateful.]
I can fucking think again.