She smiles in return, pleased that he doesn't press the issue and oddly thrilled at the possibility that they might speak again. Perhaps he is only being polite, perhaps he will change his mind, but for a moment surely it is harmless to wonder.
"Good luck," she says simply. With Oriencor, he's bound to need it.
and then Oriencor poisoned all of Aeriel's fish and slipped her advisor laxatives...
"Good luck," she says simply. With Oriencor, he's bound to need it.