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There was exasperation within Aquene's voice; but there came Tamar, willing to help. Glaukos barely moved when she came to help him and gave a small grimace when something cold touched his face.

When Aquene asked about the wounds - whether they'd been cleaned - he rumbled an affirmative, clearing his throat. We tried when we took breaks. They had been short stops, given their wounds and how important it was to return.

He breathed a low, slow breath as the cold feeling moved around him; as Tamar did, earning a shy few glances - these looks which carried to the dirt or to the overhang of the tablinum, glossy and tired.