Thorn (thinking): He’s about Leif’s size. I could probably carry him if I need to.
Thorn: Moving will help get the blood flow going again. Let’s see if you can lean on me and hobble.
Kale (thinking): Stop it, Kale! He’s taken. And much too good for you. And also, taken.
Thorn: And where do you think you’re going, young lady? You can help.
WiB: Uhhh . . . it kinda seemed like you were having a moment. Didn’t want to interrupt.
Thorn: Maybe you should update your secret-agent files to mention that I have a boyfriend.
Leif (thinking): Weird . . . even though there’s still no news, I just felt a warm fuzzy feeling run down my spine.