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he didn't know what was wrong with her--why would she think something like that? he shrugged it off, giving her a pleasant smile. i was sort of thrown off-guard by the woman rolling around on the sand, govinda remarked. but i would have gotten to you eventually, yes. i'm not a barbarian, he pointed out, sniffing as his grin increased. i know my manners.

he fell silent, then, gaze drifting toward the waves, then back to her, hoping to end the awkward silence between them. i'm sorry if i offended you, the other day, he said in gentler tones. i'm usually quicker with my greetings. she reminded him of raid in a way. quiet and fierce, with an undercurrent of fear.