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skeptic. it meant something, vaguely. not good. surya looked dubious, but nodded, lips shifting, unsure of where to settle in expression. as the one-eyed man moved away, he was left with the dark young man, and he shifted his paws, waiting for what came next.

a request. . .of course. he would have been willing to undergo a physical challenge, but this— why was talking about himself an errand worse than any trial?

my family lives south, surya said, lifting his chin and jerking his head behind him, in rough direction of which he'd come. my father. . .passed. my father, but not of blood, he explained, stumbling a little over the words; damn, would he ever be comfortable in this speech? i need a new place. new life.

hopefully that would suffice. he drew his gaze toward the prince, but kept it respectful, eyes low as much as they sought an answer. he knew how to play this game, even if it had been a while.