"I'm good," Lyubov says. "Uh, bit shaky, I'm fare ill on boats ... but not much worse than on land, nu?" She gestures with the stick. "Lead on, then"
"And ah, I'm—" she looks Darcy up and down, twice, wonders about how likely a wrong assumption is to get her nose broken and then decides that Darcy wouldn't punch a cripple, no matter how rude. "I'm called Lyubov, at least by violets. If thou'rt a rose, I'm Lev." She smiles. "'Tis up to thee."
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"I'm good," Lyubov says. "Uh, bit shaky, I'm fare ill on boats ... but not much worse than on land, nu?" She gestures with the stick. "Lead on, then"
"And ah, I'm—" she looks Darcy up and down, twice, wonders about how likely a wrong assumption is to get her nose broken and then decides that Darcy wouldn't punch a cripple, no matter how rude. "I'm called Lyubov, at least by violets. If thou'rt a rose, I'm Lev." She smiles. "'Tis up to thee."