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he let out only a non-committal grunt in return this time. she had given him much to think upon, but he was sure that slumber would be beneficial for them both by now. the rain had not stopped, but germanicus would remove himself from this sheltered place into it all the same.

it was his pledge, was it not? he thought of ico, wondered where the boy had gotten to these days. a twinge at the fastenings of his heart. had they been so fated to part? and now he was quiet; if célnes needed nothing more from him, germanicus would go out into the downpour to take up his sentinel while she slept.