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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[decrypter]

Ah. There's a pause there, and Erin's too perceptive not to notice it, the way Helena wants to keep herself contained and yet has that heart-surge of a feeling, the flicker of an expression over her face before it's pressed down.

"You're really too kind."

[crushed_pearls]

Aaah, that's an interesting taste in the air. Note to self, dig into that later. For now though...

"I try to call it like I see it. These days I try to only lie for comedy - but I'll be late for hand to hand with Crabb if I linger much longer. Keep well, yeah?"

[decrypter]

"You too. I have a few more of these I want to disperse before we venture into the unknown."

And so she's off with a smile to her next appointment.