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germanicus was a man who lived in crowfeather's mind. they had traveled together. he had been taught by the soldier. the adoring way that the words rushed from the prince made belen wonder if anyone would ever talk about her in such a way. her eyes widened gently as he spoke of his life having been saved. "so he will come back here?" the girl murmured softly. "and you can tell him these things yourself." she dared to press his paw with her own, though her touch did not linger. here crowfeather was, speaking of germanicus and all the while pharaoh was arranging a marriage. he was not ready for it, belen decided. "if you miss him so much, i am sure he feels the same." the words felt weak. she wished that he would look at her finally, truly look at her and see what it was she could do for him.