Lirael's free hand slipped to her waistline to check the pipes on her belt. They were all she'd brought with her, and they remained at her side. She nodded. "I'm ready."
Lirael glanced to the Disreputable Dog, giving her a smile in hopes of putting her friend at ease. She did not need a chaperon for the walk home.
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