Saeryn set down her supplies and dried her hands as she sat back onto her feet, straightening and lengthening her spine. Turning slightly, she allowed her back to crack the stiffness out of itself. Balancing carefully on the balls of her feet, she rotated her shoulders and turned her head a few times before standing. She hit her head on a low ceiling beam, wincing, and sneezed suddenly at the onslaught of sweetly aged dust that showered her. It fell like weightless rain to coat the newly cleaned floor.
"Troubles?" she asked delicately as she tried to ignore the already swelling bump on the back of her head. Her eyes looked up the few inches to meet his, daring him to laugh, to comment.
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