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she shakes her head, not in answer to his question but in dismissal of his worry. she punctuates this with a forgiving glance his way, then her eyes wander toward the retreating form, getting smaller and smaller in the snow.

may be back, Avicus says, her voice devoid of emotion. may nohh'. no worry.

it's true they need warriors, but anyone who won't wait for a proper audience isn't worth the effort. if he'd truly assumed Ashlar's type represented the Rise, and took that assumption to its conclusion, so be it.

she shrugs, and turns once more to head back into the territory. coming? she asks, the question carrying over her shoulder.