Silvertip Mountain loss of breath

i—

she shakes her head, still backing up, watching as the shadow wrestles with her father and then departs. her jaw is slightly slack, then she closes it, trying to take note of what Merrick has said.

i wanh—

and then she sees Ashlar, and straightens, eyes firming upon his dark brown form.

there is no right move.

heh'p me, she says to Merrick, to Ashlar, to everyone around them. geh' him bahh.

it's a longshot. he was just a bastard in Ursus. in fact, why did she care so much? no—it was silly. but she feels a strange protection toward him; she. . .

heh'p, she says, and looks directly at Ashlar.