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Once, Bhediya replied with a deep exhale, but not anymore. The wayward sons of Morningside had long since retreated their posts, leaving her alone. Would they still recognize her? Would she recognize them? None of them belong to you either, I assume. Otherwise, the blanched stranger likely would be sleeping beside a cache instead of perusing an open field.

The wind blew sharply into the curls of Bhediya's coat, chilling her into a shiver. It must have looked quite pitiful to see such a small, insignificant creature try to fight through the creeping cold. She didn't mind if he drew concern. What do they call you, stranger?