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I met the boys on the front step. Benyst was wearing a heavy shearling coat over his usual clothing and Royal had found a snowsuit somewhere in the house. It was black with silver seaming and fit his grizzled frame like a glove.
“Looking sharp, Royal." I smiled.
“You've got clothing for days in this house, girl." He drawled.
"I do?"
"Indeed," Benyst said, “I found this coat in my closet."
“It looks like it was made for you,” I said.
“Yes, it does, doesn’t it?” A few of the lines around Benyst’s eyes faded away.
“Well, apparently the gargoyles have been making all of my clothes, maybe they've been making stuff for you guys too?”
"Really?" Royal’s eyebrows raised, “what a talented pair of buggers."
“Indeed." Benyst inspected the stitching on his matching gloves.
“We better get
