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had any but relmyna ever spoken her name?

even her sister called her thief, shadow -- epitaphs, but not a name.

astara's eyes lulled, lifting only as the male nudged her shoulder gently. the poultice was working, seeping coldly through the cuts along her nape.

he could stay -- astara would not begrudge him his rest, but he would not find she was much a conversationalist either. a smile arced her dark gums at the joke at her expense, and she tucked her muzzle to her belly and breathed deep, waiting for sleep.