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[calmhrtprevails]

The door opens on a vista of rocky landscape punctuated here and there by yellowed, rough-edged grass and low, scrubby brush. There's a hint of coolness on the breeze in the otherwise warming air, and a scent of distant rain. "We are," Fawkes rumbles, "some hours' distance from the Citadel. We're likely to stop at the town of Megaton first, and then make for the Arlington route the rest of the way."

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[calmhrtprevails]

Fawkes nods. "That would be for the best," he says. "Come, this way. There's a passage not far from here that should serve."

[cantdiequiteyet]

She doesn't really say anything else on the way back.

But that smile stays in place. It was nice to be thanked, and Teresa won't forget that easily.