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Judah Dashiell
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"I don't think anyone ever gets over such a thing."
Judah murmured softly. He wasn't wrong. Losing a spouse wasn't something you just moved past. For Danger, it had been years of companionship. She and Alric had built a life together, made it work in their own way, and she knew he had loved her -- deeply, in the way only he could. But still, the loss lingered.
There wasn't much more to say on that, though. She wasn't keen on diving deeper into it, especially with Judah. Not after how distant they'd become, both tiptoeing around each other like they were walking on Nuna shells.
"Aye," Danger drawled, shifting the conversation to safer ground.
"Now it's just a matter of getting things ready for when Myra needs to step back more." She took a measured breath, thinking of her daughter's ever-increasing responsibilities.
"We'll see how it goes."
Of course, that meant more work would fall onto Danger's shoulders -- and the rest of the Sector Managers representing Arceneau's subsidiaries. But at least she had Rue. She could bring her along on trips, or leave her in good hands on Joiol. That brought her some comfort in the middle of everything else.
Danger having to the the reins of things wasn't unfamiliar territory, and it kept her busy.
"I hear you are consolidating Salacia?" She asked, going back to business.