[Xanth nods again. He gets that - it was hard to walk on these weirdo alien legs, at least for a while.
Gods, it's cold. Xanth can't pull the blanket any tighter around himself, but he looks toward the tower and then points over Veronica's shoulder to the door.]
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Gods, it's cold. Xanth can't pull the blanket any tighter around himself, but he looks toward the tower and then points over Veronica's shoulder to the door.]