[ A bit. Grand understatement, to his mind. He clucks his tongue as he stands up; the growing ice sheet cracks apart, then shatters, falling in tinkling shards as Koltira straightens up to his full height.
He leans forward to kiss Fate's forehead. Emphatically: ]
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He leans forward to kiss Fate's forehead. Emphatically: ]
I would never want to.