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The silence was uncomfortably heavy, if only because of her own self-expectation. Was he waiting for her to speak? It was an unfortunate situation, as she had found herself without anything worthwhile to say. She swallowed and turned back toward him, nervousness clear in her gaze. I am Ainhoa, she announced, ears flicking back in apology, a response to her own unnecessary volume.

A moment of silent passed, presumably after his own introduction. Wintersbane welcomed me here. She thought about Eneko and wondered what he might think of Sagtannet's men, if they were worthy of his sister's company. It is very nice. I love the mountains.