[Not really, because Quentin wants spells layered upon spells all over Eliot, to keep him safe. But. This wasn't the worst offer.]
Sure. Yeah, you do that and I'll get him where we need to go. I can do that, yeah.
[And he checks it again, like he didn't do this exact same thing five minutes ago, and Eliot is still strapped securely to the travois with strips of sheet and it's still firmly fastened at Quentin's waist.]
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[Not really, because Quentin wants spells layered upon spells all over Eliot, to keep him safe. But. This wasn't the worst offer.]
Sure. Yeah, you do that and I'll get him where we need to go. I can do that, yeah.
[And he checks it again, like he didn't do this exact same thing five minutes ago, and Eliot is still strapped securely to the travois with strips of sheet and it's still firmly fastened at Quentin's waist.]
Ready?