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The Riddle

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Myka’s still gasping well after Helena rolls away. There's silence, then…

Chuckling?

Myka's eyebrows rise. “Yes?”

“It’s the Riddle of the Sphinx.”

“... what?”

Helena, whose complex mental networks are incomprehensible to anyone else, has the gall to look exasperated. “What has four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening?”

Myka blinks.

Helena smirks. “You kept me on my hands and knees all morning, darling. Afternoon tasks, on two feet. Now…” Snickering, she taps the… item… strapped to her hips. “Three legs in the evening.”

Myka grabs a pillow and smacks her in the face.