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she was very aware of Driftwood's distress, and whined gently under her breath, hoping to soothe him. he went on with a story about his own appearance here; her ears perked, as it sounded like the kind of tale you told under the stars. something fantastical, made-up. but she had no reason to believe he was lying, and so this nervous man was something out of a book indeed.

yes, yes, it okay, Tahani assured him, shaking her head as he began to work himself up again. she smiled. my daughter, Currituck. she come here; i find her here. i stay. for now. she let the addendum go silent; it did no good to voice it now, seeing as it would likely lower her esteem in the seasoned Seawolf's eyes.

her brows drew together. you meet Curri? she asked. Tahani thought the girl would be quite fond of him. at any rate, he seemed like he had stories to tell. . .and the capacity to weave them from thin air, if need be.