[There's a second Ginia doesn't see Iskandar, but someone else, someone she can't remember but the mind can't forget, and she steps back instinctively as he lifts her onto the chariot. She backs against the edge of the chariot bed, hand resting on the wall for support. It's tangible and that much is enough to stabilize her racing mind.
Ginia signs a quick "thank you", taking out her phone and tugging off heavy leather work gloves.]
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Ginia signs a quick "thank you", taking out her phone and tugging off heavy leather work gloves.]
This is an impressive chariot.